Selecione o idioma para traduzir esta letra
Rotten. Institution.
Wash out the red with black and white
fear is a way of life, around the corner it is there
steroid machinery to smash tomorrowâs prayers
in the mouth of madness, and you wonât like what you see
vicious entertainment, hail the misery machine
Dead man, in the river
bound hands and feet, ruled suicide
Behind the silence, danger and disease will breed below
dead last in hearts and minds, despised and rightly so
in the mouth of madness, and you wonât like what you see
human lives caught in the teeth of the misery machine
And every day, the taste of fear
(in the ruthlessness of cold)
thereâs no mercy for us here
(beneath the waves, how many souls?)
and daylight doesnât even stand a chance
against the crooked shadows that you cast