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Kill Dyll
Kill Dyll
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Dylan Matthew Fessenden
Dylan Matthew Fessenden
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Kill Dyll
Kill Dyll
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Watch as the poet drowns himself With the liquor on the shelf Feel no pain, feel no fear Watch the problems disappear I got plenty problems to pick from Plenty options to get me done Get the shotgun and hunt the man There's no civil civilians There's no order, there's no plan Let us digest our own demands I'm off-key, I'm off-brand I'm off 22 Vicodin I'm the prop to my property Sacrifice my own sovereignty Living, breathing catastrophe Money stops when I start to bleed (When I start to bleed) I'm the prop to my property Sacrifice my own sovereignty Living, breathing catastrophe Money stops when I start to bleed (When I start to bleed) Watch as the soldier who mourns of death Of his country and all that's left Fought for nothing but all its debt And when he sleeps, he sees it again The war he fights will never end He relives it in his head Ostracized, left for dead 'Cause there's no justice for blood that's shed Is there anyone to get some sleep? In this restless society I'm awake, all to see All to witness atrocity I'm chasing omens and losing hope Religious leaders lay comatose The public's bleeding from private wealth My only value is in my health I'm the prop to my property Sacrifice my own sovereignty Living, breathing catastrophe Money stops when I start to bleed (When I start to bleed) I'm the prop to my property Sacrifice my own sovereignty Living, breathing catastrophe Money stops when I start to bleed (When I start to bleed)
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