Wolfbrigade - Dead Cold

Текст песни

Another place
The same old scene
Another face
Bruised and punched in
A futile land
Like a crucifix in a dead man’s hand
A concealed scheme
Another lie
Replace weak bricks
And stack 'em high
A futile land
Like a crucifix in a dead man’s hand
A nation sold
Dead cold
A futile land
Like a crucifix in a dead man’s hand