Morning Again
Works Of A Chosen Few
Invasion of a nation The result was the creation Of the lie in which we live Words of what has been And how it was civil then Whose eyes are opened in the end Our past fades to a memory As you try to erase what used to be Filter the past The truth can't last All this a lie agreed upon by those who won You built this nation Innocent victims blood the foundation For so long you've tried to say I'm wrong Filter the past until their last word is gone Filter our past As it fades to a memory
From Letras Mania