Eight Count - Broken Glass текст песни

Broken glass, severed skin,
They found a way to cut through all of us,
With no regrets at all,
Spread of hate, control by force,
They hold our voice to a minimum,
With no compassion for,
Don't breath the air, Don't believe the air,
Don't breath the air, Don't believe the air,
A breath of fresh air,
Is all you need,
To revive the spirit,
In which you were conceived,
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They kill from the outside in,
With no regrets at all,
Trigger finger to control,
Our lifelong dream and our liberty,
With no compassion for,
The truth is set in front of US
The truth is set in us.