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one nasty swing - collective post traumatic syndrome كلمات أغنية

they stood bewildered on the battlefield
as death machines pushed ever forward toward the massacre
men of valor with their faces darkened by absolute stupor
here they are, lost and confused shooting at each others in the open field
their lives extinguished as more and more are coming in from the sea and sky
a culling of the worst type, reprеssed from our minds
a collective post traumatic syndromе
then they came for their children, conditioned from birth
to bear arm and slay the strangers on foreign soil
will it be known that they idolized the thought of k!lling
but when the bombs came flying down they ran under their desks
scurrying like little rats while daddy was stuck in the trap
a culling of the worst type, repressed from our minds
a collective post traumatic syndrome. (x2)
let the bodies turn cold and amass them in their graves. yeah!
the loss of lives is never enough to satisfy the bottomless pit yeah. (x2)

- one nasty swing

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