Vendetta letra

Let's fucking burn the cash
And tell about our revenge,
As we march off to die,
Under the doomsday clock bell !

With tears in my eyes, and a contempt smile on their face,
The jackals lick their lips, as I'm stuck in the device of the State.
One match in my hand, at every dawn I draw away !

Let's fucking burn the stocks
And tell about this revenge,
As we march off to die,
Under the doomsday clock bell !

The old mercenaries of 29 put away
The figment of reason, the vows of suspicion that could've helped (us)
Refrain from this madness, at least for the sake of my faith, our faith !

Bend down! Who could ever believe?
Who could ever believe in what you pledged?
The dawn! We'll come across at the dawn
With this match in our hands we'll pass the word

Let's fucking burn the state
And take the final revenge,
As we march off to die,
Under the doomsday clock bell !

Twisted Minds - Letras

• Airchitects
• Alter Marseillaise
• Apologies From A 21st Century Western Man
• Everybody Naked
• Feed The Masses
• Flies in Webs
• Getting Better
• He's Not For Me
• HxC Breakout
• Kids In An Open Jail
• Neo Dogmas, New Witches, New Dissidents
• Our G spot
• Please Legalize Murder So I Can Kill You
• Sands of the Sahara
• Shadows From The Past Are Lights In The Future
• Shareholders And Hijackers
• The Girl From Augusta
• The Rebuke From Mrs. Rice
• The Wheel (Re-inventing Born To Lose)
• Too Many Walls, Not Enough Bridges
• Vendetta
• Waltz Of Strangers
• Wave of Dispair
• Weekly Urban Walks