47

[Deciviel]

This is a rock song, kind of in System of a Down style.


Inflammation, subjugation,
To the pities of the nation.

Left and right, eyesight,
Coorperate giants fight the fight.

Buildings crumble, gangs rumble,
Distant neighbors far from humble.

Lives discarded, dear departed,
Fighting all the wars we�ve started.

47, look at all the lives we�ve lost,
47, fighting wars at all their costs.
47, death to the four-leafed clover,
47. our luck will soon be over.

Birth of night, twilight,
Hanging on with all our might.

Blind with sin, can�t win,
Getting fat from coke and gin.

Greenbacks, loose slacks,
Wasting dough on blind attacks.

Our demise, in our eyes,
Leads to all that we despise.

47, look at all the lives we�ve lost,
47, fighting wars at all their costs.
47, death to the four-leafed clover,
47. our luck will soon be over.

Confusion, disillusion, obtrusion, intrusion.
Laying waste to all our lives in one big sick family reunion. Disenchanment becomes entrapment, dirty deeds planting the seed, for the day we will all be freed.

47, look at all the lives we�ve lost,
47, fighting wars at all their costs.
47, death to the four-leafed clover,
47. our luck will soon be over.

47, look at all the lives we�ve lost,
47, fighting wars at all their costs.
47, death to the four-leafed clover,
47. our luck will soon be over.

[Lxe]

whoa cool song dude.

[-_-VoyagerFanatic-_-]

kewl...

[Josi Rockholt]

interesting song.

[Voy_Girl]

Nice...

[ARMS]

It's more new age poetry, but i can see it as a song...

[shrek man]

Very nice...