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Cycle Of Cruelty

Why do we accept violence in the name of tradition?
Break out of this cycle of cruelty
Deception and domination walk together hand in hand
I won't take part anymore
When the answer is right before our eyes
How could we let ourselves become so fucking blind

I watch you fall with thoughts not of your mind and words not of your voice
It seems you act without your heart, did your words mean anything?
They meant so much to me...so much...so much to me
I listened and believed in you
Left to question your motivations I deal with the frustrations you've left behind
I won't ever allow another mind to redefine what I feel in my heart
It's been so long since I've been able to look you in the eye
I've just forgotten

Испытание — Ради ребят

Изо всех сил стараемся сохранить это,
но мы пропали в темноте.
Я по-прежнему верю, эти слова способны осветить путь.
Мы никогда не перестанем пытаться,
даже когда кажется, что никакой надежды нет.
То, с чем порвали столь многие,

Чтобы открыться снова, может потребоваться больше, чем у меня есть
Ослепленный обидой и измученный сожалением,
тону среди воспоминаний, чтобы забыть которые, я бы отдал всё

Что я сказал и что это значило,
если бы мог, я взял бы назад
Что я сказал и что это значит,
если бы мог, я взял бы назад

while i choke strangled by the hands of time
my life slowly slips away
the dollars i save aren't worth the days i've spend
with images of freedom as lies in my head
the hand that feeds will always bleed me dry
through these hours these minutes thes moments are mine
intensify
no one else will guide the way

with empty minds and vacant stares
our lifeless generation is drawn
toward the illusions of endless offered bait
the same selective vision
let boxcars carry millions to their cremation
inaction masked by pseudo satisfaction
so many lives have burned away
"another night with nothing to do" is an infection

facing brutality i struggle with morality
i don't think that i can take it anymore
indoctrinated into cultural norms functionless forms:
"dominate and bleed infect with greed" and we succumb...
i aggressive inherently am the illegitmate child
of the gun intertwined with the dollar sign
and now as i walk through the valley of the shadow of death
i have become your evil and your hate is within me

the wreckage of humanity has been strewn across the land
and now the hour of desperation is at hand
we the maggots feed off the dead seeking solace in a bed of broken glass
we bleed infected water beneath bright skins of polished steel
through empty, yearning, starved and frustrated hearts
which long for risk and reason
this is a standard and sterile half-life to lead
empty facades conceal slow decay

I am incomplete damaged and imperfect
this world is not divided between saints and sinners
forgive me for being human...

I struggle
I suffer
I know what it means to survive
this world is crumbling

Endless screams echo throughout the darkest nights
Leaving violated bodies
Devastated minds struggle to survive
The scars will remain
The screams fade...
And the guilty walk away while the victims suffer
Erase this shattered mind
Help heal this broken soul

Its so much more than just a slogan or a mark drawn on my hand
Not a market to be exploited or a fashion statement
Represented by a brand
It's a feeling and it can't be sold
And I'm bound by my word
To stay true to what I know to be real
Because no one else can tell me what it means to be Straight Edge
So don't ever try to purchase me or downplay what I feel

she's tried so hard to fit the mold
to embrace the image she's been sold
she'll binge and purge to fill her soul but she's wasting away
he thinks the cure for his frustration lies
in the battering of what he despises
the children face his ruthless eyes
they'll grow up blind with tears of rage
in agony eternally but are we praticing our hunger well?

1-ый куплет:

Молодой человек, за проезд плиз передайте
Кричала старушонка, тыкая в лицо мне картой,
Я ее не слышал, заткнув свои уши капельками
Из которых доносятся ударные партии

Они смотрят как на дурака что-то кричат