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- and the gulls are coming in off the coastthe smell of corpses pour from inmass graves uncoveredmust be abroad, it can't be hereI can sense your violence, but I still don't understandthe way the past looks dead when you've got the future in the palm of your handrun quick through noble streetswhere killers hideand freaks get bricks in windowsand foreigners get hushed up trialsand you're waiting for (...)which will tell you if you'll spend the next few yearsfree from an attack of a petrol bombthe price of bread went up five pence todayand an immigrant was kicked to death againand I'm scared for my lifefor the first time in itand we never learnedthat a home can put your life at riskso I guess we'll just disperse againand the gulls come in off the landthe easy targets lure them infew scars are leftdon't be absurd, it can't be hereuntil we find a place to settle, we just keep moving onwe stay in flocks like birds, no one dares to move aloneLetras de cancionesacross a sea of burning skullschased by death in all its formsover mountains, under sunswe shoot to kill, we shoot for funacross a desert's burning skieswe never stop to sleep or eatdeath always finds us in the endits burning shadow always weepingover hot hamlets and plainsa killer wants to see us slainover fields of wheat and grainthrough the endless pouring rainwhy can we never find a safe place to land?when will we find ourselves in God's providing hand?They close in every day... From Letras Mania