Paroles de The Design

Frail is this notion Weakness spoken with every word Dealing slavery for their blood and bone While they're screaming you dismiss and turn your backs This is the product of ignorance I'm so sick of all the lies Disguised by your blind ambition to watch this world burn When will you wake up? When will you see that they all have a right to be free? You pay for cruelty You fucking buy their cold demise I'm tormented by these vicious visions of an innocent sentenced to death What are they guilty of? Do they deserve to fulfil your dated anthropocentric belief? Their last chance for freedom lies with those straying from this design Time spent on decisions; your blindness tolls upon their lives I refuse to be the same They lose their lives for their blood and bone But their fate is not set in stone