There will be no asylum. To exist, a cancer needs a living organism. Everyone is a fucking target, Kill to survive, Kill to survive. وصلت "Make America Hate Again" إلى 38. And you know if we don't watch out.
Loading... - Genre:Folk. A servant′s life is incomplete. Essentially I think both are two sides of a one-sided coin. We lap it up, drunk on fantasy. You're determined to Make America Great Again. When you only see optical illusions algorithms provide, Intentional suicide, calculated collateral, man is expendable. Thy Art Is Murder premiere 'Make America Hate Again'. They swallow everything. Do as you're told, Fall in line, Know your place, Stay with your kind, Do as your told, You're under control, You're under control. Lyrics taken from /. But they're from Boston for Christ's sake! Now we're left to wonder was it worth it? Collapse from the weight.
Guitarist Andy Marsh had this to say about the song: "Whilst we collectively identify as a left leaning band, this song was not written to attack those who sit on the right side of the political sphere, but as a commentary on the tactics employed by both campaigns in the most recent US presidential election. Shortness of breath. Stick it to the man. Lyrics to Make America Hate Again by Thy Art Is Murder. This has been a hard year as a social worker I recognise that I am not facing the reality of the saving of lives and I despair at how the government have treated our nhs people. Infiltration of the soul.
Thy Art Is Murder - Into Chaos We Climb. The mother's redemption. Heaven is a nihilist paradise. "Make America Hate Again" حقائق. Seems like we lost are way. They call to attention America's aptitude to be an ass when needed. Our eternal suffering, We are the stain on a dying Earth. Of making us hollower, Addiction to emptiness. Destined to die, The virus kills the host, It does not question why, Calloused leeches in sickly cells, Calcified in lifeless shells, Shortness of breath, Imminent death. Perpetuating socioeconomic segregation. The heart is strained. All the women used for status.
And make you see that you've been conned. Thy Art Is Murder - No Absolution. Validating our vice. And so the beast was turned on by the stock. The child weeps now for the loss of his only brother. Sinead O'Connor - Almost In Your Arms. Impatient in our rage, Force fed this disillusion, Missing a torn-out page, Suppress the revolution, All eyes on the big stage, Swept to the institutions, Complacent in our cage, Ready for the execution. I don't know who I am anymore. Look at the mess we've made, Our house is merely a vessel for the rust and decay, We tear down the walls, we dig up the dirt, We've orphaned our dreams but we still can't bury the hurt. Let ignorance ring...
Built off of the working people's backs. In cities where only certain lives matter more. Life in the crosshairs, swallow the lie. All we were shall be replaced, All we've done shall be erased, Set free the fire in your heart, Mother Earth. These demons inside. Alternative versions: Lyrics.
We are the broken, we are the cursed, We are the stain on a dying Earth, Chained to each other in misery, Our eternal suffering. Yet we're still ashamed. The memories, the feel of regret. There's no escape from what we've done. Because if you know if don't watch out. But won't respect us here at home as a black woman or GAY man. Order at: Subscribe to Thy Art Is Murder on YouTube: Subscribe to Nuclear Blast on YouTube: Subscribe to Human Warfare on YouTube: Music video directed by Max Moore. Want to help Wall of Sound grow and deliver more killer content? Now long now until Thy Art Is Murder release their latest album Human Target, but if you want to know more about the album's conception and how the band always seem to have a legion of friends to fill-in when a member can't make a tour, keep your eye out for our Wall of Sound: Up Against The Wall podcast in a few weeks which will be co-hosted by the one and only Andy Marsh.
We've orphaned our dreams, but we still can't bury the hurt. Interestingly, the chorus in "It's All About You" sounds note for note to The Rival Mob's "I Want To Be Victimized. "