The black river how she flows on a course that no one knows
Full of poison, full of sin, filled with violence to the brim
The power that she holds, the world's surface soon runs cold
The student, now a teacher, not our father but a preacher
The deciders, pure mediocrity. The providers, state of morality
Imprisoned, just a formality. Overcome the Policed Brutality
The deciders, Taking control. The providers, forced in a hole
An attack, over the wall.Bottom Feeders answer the call
In time we try to heal our wounds
The scars of a world soon left consumed
Through time they try to tax our souls, we soon will all pay the toll
The question is soon asked, who's wrong or right?
The answer takes on a form of a bloody fight
Heeding the words of the old, fed through the young
A black cloud casts it shadow while the young run in fear and carrow
A dead silence creeping in, ingests all as the light grows dim
As the burden takes its toll, a society loses control
The fear which is spread spares no lives of the living or dead
The deciders, pure mediocrity. The providers, state of morality
Imprisoned, just a formality. Overcome the Policed Brutality
The deciders, Taking control. The providers, forced in a hole
An attack, over the wall.Bottom Feeders answer the call
In time we try to heal our wounds,
The scars of a world soon left consumed
Through time they try to tax our souls, we soon will all pay the toll
The question is soon asked, who's wrong or right?
The answer takes on a form of a bloody fight
Heading the words of the old, fed through the young
The deciders, mediocrity. The providers, morality
Oh imprisoned, formality. Overcome the policed brutality
The question is soon asked, who's wrong or right?
The answer takes on a form of a bloody fight
Pushing through the darkness into the light
Heading the words of the old, fed through the young
The power that she holds, the world's surface soon runs cold
The student, now a teacher, not our father but a preacher
As the burden takes its toll, the society loses control
The fear which is spread spares no lives of the living or dead, Obey!
Seregon - Policed Brutality Lyrics
Seregon - Policed Brutality Lyrics
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The black river how she flows on a course that no one knows
Full of poison, full of sin, filled with violence to the brim
The power that she holds, the world's surface soon runs cold
The student, now a teacher, not our father but a preacher
The deciders, pure mediocrity. The providers, state of morality
Imprisoned, just a formality. Overcome the Policed Brutality
The deciders, Taking control. The providers, forced in a hole
An attack, over the wall.Bottom Feeders answer the call
In time we try to heal our wounds
The scars of a world soon left consumed
Through time they try to tax our souls, we soon will all pay the toll
The question is soon asked, who's wrong or right?
The answer takes on a form of a bloody fight
Heeding the words of the old, fed through the young
A black cloud casts it shadow while the young run in fear and carrow
A dead silence creeping in, ingests all as the light grows dim
As the burden takes its toll, a society loses control
The fear which is spread spares no lives of the living or dead
The deciders, pure mediocrity. The providers, state of morality
Imprisoned, just a formality. Overcome the Policed Brutality
The deciders, Taking control. The providers, forced in a hole
An attack, over the wall.Bottom Feeders answer the call
In time we try to heal our wounds,
The scars of a world soon left consumed
Through time they try to tax our souls, we soon will all pay the toll
The question is soon asked, who's wrong or right?
The answer takes on a form of a bloody fight
Heading the words of the old, fed through the young
The deciders, mediocrity. The providers, morality
Oh imprisoned, formality. Overcome the policed brutality
The question is soon asked, who's wrong or right?
The answer takes on a form of a bloody fight
Pushing through the darkness into the light
Heading the words of the old, fed through the young
The power that she holds, the world's surface soon runs cold
The student, now a teacher, not our father but a preacher
As the burden takes its toll, the society loses control
The fear which is spread spares no lives of the living or dead, Obey!
Full of poison, full of sin, filled with violence to the brim
The power that she holds, the world's surface soon runs cold
The student, now a teacher, not our father but a preacher
The deciders, pure mediocrity. The providers, state of morality
Imprisoned, just a formality. Overcome the Policed Brutality
The deciders, Taking control. The providers, forced in a hole
An attack, over the wall.Bottom Feeders answer the call
In time we try to heal our wounds
The scars of a world soon left consumed
Through time they try to tax our souls, we soon will all pay the toll
The question is soon asked, who's wrong or right?
The answer takes on a form of a bloody fight
Heeding the words of the old, fed through the young
A black cloud casts it shadow while the young run in fear and carrow
A dead silence creeping in, ingests all as the light grows dim
As the burden takes its toll, a society loses control
The fear which is spread spares no lives of the living or dead
The deciders, pure mediocrity. The providers, state of morality
Imprisoned, just a formality. Overcome the Policed Brutality
The deciders, Taking control. The providers, forced in a hole
An attack, over the wall.Bottom Feeders answer the call
In time we try to heal our wounds,
The scars of a world soon left consumed
Through time they try to tax our souls, we soon will all pay the toll
The question is soon asked, who's wrong or right?
The answer takes on a form of a bloody fight
Heading the words of the old, fed through the young
The deciders, mediocrity. The providers, morality
Oh imprisoned, formality. Overcome the policed brutality
The question is soon asked, who's wrong or right?
The answer takes on a form of a bloody fight
Pushing through the darkness into the light
Heading the words of the old, fed through the young
The power that she holds, the world's surface soon runs cold
The student, now a teacher, not our father but a preacher
As the burden takes its toll, the society loses control
The fear which is spread spares no lives of the living or dead, Obey!
Writer: Seregon
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid