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Поэтическое предвидение в творчестве алкобанды Machine Head

A Nation On Fire

Well I see, I feel
On my way
You close your eyes, scared to think
You might see
A world that spends more to kill than to cure
Living, writhing, diseased, so unpure

It hardens me, the things I see
But I won't break, it gives me strength

Chorus:
Our suffering, won't always be
We'll dominate, this nation on fire

The media it
Blinds our eyes
A people divided
And force feds lies
The black and white societies corrode
Warring, hating, blind, a rage explodes

So take my hand across this land
I won't go down, stand my ground

Chorus

This nation's built on fighting war after war
And for my brothers, I will fight and stand for
'Cause I won't break, Your truth is fake
If blood ran red, You's leave me for dead
A nation on fire
A nation on fire

You tell me peace, Well I hear gunshots all night
The scars I have, I've earned 'cause I've had to fight
An endless pain, and it won't change
We just sat by, and watched this world die
A nation on fire
A nation on fire

Locust

Sweet caress
Grazes my skin
It's loveless
These hooks sink in
Behind an angel's disguise
An insect preys
Mandibles cut like a knife
The reckoning

Forming clouds
Their shadow shrouds
Louder the tattered wings they sound
Descending down
They come
The swarm of locusts
Skies above
Converge to choke us
Feast of souls
Consume the harvest
Young and old
Suffer unto the locust

Surrender
These veins are bled
Devoured
Nothing sacred
Strings pull the marionettes
See how they dance
Upon the winds that beget
Our pestilence

Forming clouds
Their shadow shrouds
Louder the tattered wings they sound
Descending down

Down they come
The swarm of locusts

Skies above
Converge to choke us
Feast of souls
Consume the harvest
Young and old
Suffer unto the locust

Bleeding from my eyes
This plague is sent to erase us
Bleeding from inside
These vermin can't infiltrate us


Faith appears and holds a candle
Hark the angels sing

Forming clouds
Their shadow shrouds
Louder the tattered wings they sound

Tear the veil
The lies derail
Purity ever will prevail

Trumpets sound

The shattered crown
Halos of truth now they surround
The charade comes down

Down they come
The swarm of locusts
Skies above
Converge to choke us
Feast of souls
Consume the harvest
Young and old
Suffer unto the locust
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