Testo di A Far Cry

Find myself through sight of a gun and selling war never looked so fun Stand in line for the latest attraction dressed up murder like its hip And in fashion Walked in like we owned the place - bright light corpse Trigger pressed down sweat is cold - i'm not here Bodies burn with babies in their arms - love as trash Hope is where the heart can die - what we bring Son into heir they made my bed to lie… roll the die…a far cry Finding ways to be a god - where's my gun Where the blood can drown my soul - rain down fire All i wanted was destination - all i got All i got was all i gave - hope as shit Give up because you'll never justify the blood on your fingers The bullshit look of concern The cover ups lies and the bloated corpse of a system that is begging to burn Surrender