كلمات Nothing

I scrape my name off the seven skins of excess I hang my pickled brain on the rusty nail of Success I scratch my sodden skin stained eyes... I scratch my sodden skin stained eyes With the suffering of my kin and kind With the suffering of my kin and kind With the suffering my killing's kind My killing kind My killing kind My killing's kind My killing's kind I wanna know how you feel from the inside out I wanna know it feels out of my sinside On your inside I'm on the sinside This is the anthem of the dispossessed This is the the endless chain that sprouts aggression This is the bigotry that grows and grows into Oppression I am the poison water that lies within your well These words are wind though you wear them well My wretched blade turns to your wrists Endows it with it's special gift I scratch my sodden skin stained eyes... I scratch my sodden skin stained eyes With the suffering of my killing kind My killing kind My killing kind My killing's kind My killing's kind