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Sanatçı: Acacia Ridge

albüm: What Man Has Made


In this arid wilderness
I raise my humble voice
To the ears of millions
Who reject the sacred choice
I stand forth to challenge all the
Wisdom of the blind
To interrogate without the
Mercy of their kind
For too long have dead hands
Been permitted to sterilize my mind
Gather round me
All the death-defiant
All the heathens
What power has made it so that
I can't demand reasons
War is not a pretty thing
But this I do enjoy
For what man has made
Man can destroy
Man can destroy
Make yourself a terror to the
Holy hand that feeds
Moral landscape changes to
Infect what we all need
Am I not delivered by the
Hand that I call mine
Safer than the hypocrites
Who sing a sweeter lie
Here and now is the day of judgement
Here and now we die
Gather round me
All the death-defiant
All the heathens
What power has made it so that
I can't demand reasons
War is not a pretty thing
But this I do enjoy
For what man has made
Man can destroy
Man can destroy
I question all things
Presented as commandment
Self-preservation is the highest law
Cut out the cancer of
Sacrifice demanded
Mark them as traitors and
Watch your monarchs fall
Here and now is the day of judgement
Here and now we die
Gather round me
All the death-defiant
All the heathens
What power has made it so that
I can't demand reasons
War is not a pretty thing
But this I do enjoy
For what man has made
Man can destroy
For what God has made
Man can destroy
Man can destroy

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