| In an endless pile of steel and glass
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| Things fall apart, the centre can’t hold
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| Why? |
| We ask, we are condemned by laws
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| Their gloried faces washed in blood at birth
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| Floating in a sea of filth — Put a spike in my vein
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| Floating in a sea of filth — Put a spike in my vein
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| Like roaring thunder, a minefield playground
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| Children ripped from their mother’s womb
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| Dark death and shattered brains
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| Babies born by drug washed whores
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| Something fierce… Breathing in this pinion dark
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| Passing into nothingness. |
| Something fierce…
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| Nature never blames, or condemns us for our acts
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| Like roaring thunder, a minefield playground
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| Children ripped from their mother’s womb
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| Dark death and shattered brains
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| Babies born by drug washed whores
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| Something fierce… Beyond the last fall o man
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| Pushing for perfection — Something fierce
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| May reveal the painful truth — Thoughts of confusion
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| In all the dreams that lays before me
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| No sound as the leaves falls
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| In the eyes of the sleepless
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| Waxed as deadly as chill could kill
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| Floating in a sea of filth — Put a spike in my vein
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| Floating in a sea of filth — Put a spike in my vein
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| Like roaring thunder, a minefield playground
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| Children ripped from their mother’s womb
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| Dark death and shattered brains
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| Babies born by drug washed whores… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pushing for Perfection , by - Scariot. Song from the album Strange to Numbers, in the genre Классика метала