Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pique , by -Release date: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
Pique |
| Family built of blood and rust |
| Find a place because we must |
| Shelter our heads from the poisoned wind |
| Squat or rot with the rest of our kin |
| Petrified tounges twisted and tied |
| Reciting your ridiculous lies and |
| Their minds a figment of itself |
| Their hearts are relics on the shelf |
| The keepers of the spoils that leech of others toil |
| Spilling blood for oil |
| These seeds are ours |
| A gala for Eris, lady of our chaos |
| Children carve altars to you in your skin |
| Un-Warlike in our way of mind |
| We are bound to rouse and rise |
| Those who still endure the sham |
| All of the orphans of our Uncle Sam |
| And they’re raised inerudite |
| Scorned from birth |
| They do the job better for half what they’re worth |
| And their backs are broken but their hearts are pure |
| So leave your ego at the door |
| The tenders of the soil aren’t loyal to the royal |
| The bubbles reached a boil |
| These seeds are ours |
| We’ll take what we grew |
| We didn’t plant it for you |
| Work for once cause these seeds are ours |
| Wrinkled fists secure the right to discern |
| Which to to keep and witch to burn |
| And you see the world through onyx eyes |
| Watch the world flip on it’s side |
| Answering… |
| Answering… |
| «No!»… |
| Answering… |
| «No!» |
| Family built of blood and rust |
| Find a place because we must |
| Shelter our heads from the poisoned winds |
| Squat or rot with the rest of our kind |
| Answering… |
| Answering… |
| «No!»… |
| Answering |
| «No!» |
| Calm sooner or later later calm |