Fit For An Autopsy

Swing The Axe
Wish I had known that life lets you down Wish I had known that everyone drowns In a sewer just a puddle of swill and spit And I can't breathe (I can't breathe) Cause it all smells like bullshit We came into this world pure and shining And now we drag through the mud Bitching and whining As machines carry us to other machines To churn the chemicals that kill everything That was once serene It falls on our heads like the axe Like the mortars Like a righteous intervention It falls on our heads Like the rain Like the pain We're the victims of ill intention Denial and consumption Poisoned by our own production Tell me who do we blame Letras de cancionesWhen the first turn up dead And the children are born with disfigured heads When the ground won't produce And the leaves don't grow back As the fires burn forever In the lines of smoke stacks Let the lights burn out Squander the resources further The droughts Pretend they'll be a solution as we drown in the swill and polution Life is a cycle of sin and sorrow All we know are the crims we commit Life is a cycle of sin and sorrow We made our bed And now we'll lie in it We made our bed And now we'll lie in it Are we so diluted in this septic tank That we turn to plague and poison Like a temporary savior No whispers of healing No help no warning It falls on our heads Like the axe Like the mortars Like a righteous intervention It falls on our heads Like the rain Like the pain We're the victims of ill intention It falls on our heads The world is dead Swing the axe, it falls on our heads Swing the axe, it falls on our heads The world is fucking dead From Letras Mania