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• Artiste: Astorian Stigmata
• Titre: Elementary Cemetery
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Hey little child, will you drift on through life Or will you tear it apart? And learn to sing your own songs. Hey there sleepwalkers We'll you can't hear me anyway So swallow all your pills And sing a long to silent songs Hey there rebels will you tear on through life? Swiping moms credit card And forget to sing your own songs Those siren songs won't set us free And can't you look at me honestly And say it ain't your own hand that holds you down It's all just fakes and slaves to me Burn burn burn Your flags to ashes and see That the trouble in you Ain't the trouble in me Just like the tax paying hippie Shake the hand that holds you down Secret slavery We got a god to bless the honest man With ignorance and a one night stand. The kids lunchbox is full of chemicals Mommies making addiction something medical Burn burn burn Your flags to ashes and see That the trouble in you Ain't the trouble in me Just like the tax paying hippie Shake the hand that holds you down Secret slavery