Текст песни Crippling Machine

Who taught you these things, wounding crippling
I'd say that you're an effective machine
You say that you're clean
But maybe you're the same underneath

She saw her son off at the train platform
It was April 24, her hug that day
Was not the same as the ones before

These fields are haunted by, a thousand men who died
To stop this Holy War, to stop this Holy War

I could whisper their names
I could shout to the ceiling
But something has to change
Too many people died believing
That they would see the day
When you're just a pile of gears
Harmless after all these years
Crippling Machine, chine
Crippling Machine, chine
Crippling Machine, chine
Crippling Machine

Belgium is cold
But not as cold as an icy stare of self-piety
That'll shoot down a plane, tear out my tongue
I swear blood still speaks
In the silence as they raise the flag
They shoot the shots
Our young hero is dead, lying peacefully
What he had to do, he already did

These fields are haunted by, a thousand men who died
To stop this Holy War, to stop this Holy War

I could whisper their names
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But something has to change
Too many people died believing
That they would see the day
When you're just a pile of gears
Harmless after all these years
Crippling Machine, chine
Crippling Machine, chine
Crippling Machine, chine
Crippling Machine

In the aftermath of motors extra parts
Someone is going to salvage your heart
But I don't care it's your eyes I'll consider
Burning first then your fists and your fingers

Flanders Belgium has killed a lot of men
But not as many as your religion
You're not escaping the chains you make us wear
Hate doesn't respect you
Hate doesn't care

What exactly do you fight for
I'll tear you apart, no diplomacy
I'll make sure I sabotage all circuitry
Till one day, you and I stop this war

I could whisper their names
I could shout to the ceiling
But something has to change
Too many people died believing
That they would see the day
When you're just a pile of gears
Harmless after all these years
Crippling Machine, chine
Crippling Machine, chine
Crippling Machine, chine
Crippling Machine