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Tiny Voices
- wykonawca: Bad Religion
- album: Stranger Than Fiction
Despite that he saw blatant similarity
He struggled to find distinctive moiety
All he found was vulgar superficiality
But he focused it to sharpness
And shared with the others
it signified his anger and misery
Them and us
Lobbying determined through a mire of disbelievers
Them and us
Dire perpetuation and incongruous insistence
That there really is a difference
Between them and us
Hate is a simple manifestation
Of the deep-seated self-directed frustration
All it does is promote fear and consternation
It's the inability
To justify the enemy
And it fills us all with trepidation
Them and us
Bending the significant to match a whimsied fable
Them and us
Tumult for the ignorant and purpose for the violence
A confused loose alliance forming
Them and us
I heard him say
We can't take them all
(But he didn't know who they, and he didn't know who we were.
And there wasn't any reason, or motive, or value, to his story, just
allegory,
Imitation glory, and a desparate feeble search for a friend)
- album: Stranger Than Fiction
Despite that he saw blatant similarity
He struggled to find distinctive moiety
All he found was vulgar superficiality
But he focused it to sharpness
And shared with the others
it signified his anger and misery
Them and us
Lobbying determined through a mire of disbelievers
Them and us
Dire perpetuation and incongruous insistence
That there really is a difference
Between them and us
Hate is a simple manifestation
Of the deep-seated self-directed frustration
All it does is promote fear and consternation
It's the inability
To justify the enemy
And it fills us all with trepidation
Them and us
Bending the significant to match a whimsied fable
Them and us
Tumult for the ignorant and purpose for the violence
A confused loose alliance forming
Them and us
I heard him say
We can't take them all
(But he didn't know who they, and he didn't know who we were.
And there wasn't any reason, or motive, or value, to his story, just
allegory,
Imitation glory, and a desparate feeble search for a friend)