اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
How can you sit here and lie to me,
Straight to my face?
Oh well, I guess we won't be working together.
We've allowed ourselves to be misguided,
Constantly reminded, look at all the time we've lost.
I don't understand how we got blinded,
But I'm sick, oh so sick, of feeding all your greed.
We cannot
We will not
Give into the means of the industry
Dishonest, uncalloused
No shaking hands with the enemy
I finally see, what it means to be true to yourself
My hell, this is who I am.
You'll never change that.
Every now and then it's hard to fight it,
Constantly reminded, the disgust I have for you.
If there's a way, I know that we will find it,
Cause I'm sick, oh so sick, of feeding all your greed.
We cannot.
We will not
Give into the means of the industry
Dishonest, uncalloused
No shaking hands with the enemy.
We cannot.
We will not
Give into the means of the industry
Dishonest, uncalloused
No shaking hands with the enemy
Life is so much more than this. Trading dreams for slavery.
It's time you faced the truth, before you wind up in my shoes.
My heart is filled with hate for everything, every day.
I'm drowning in the industry.
We cannot.
We will not
Give into the means of the industry
Dishonest, uncalloused
No shaking hands with the enemy.
We cannot.
We will not
Give into the means of the industry
Dishonest, uncalloused
No shaking hands with the enemy
No shaking hands, shaking hands.
No shaking hands...
No. Shaking hands. With. The enemy.
