Iron Lung - Future Corpses | Текст песни

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• Iron Lung
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Violence and depression make for future corpses Disease, disease Power through fear makes for future corpses Limbs burn with disease, disease Or do they? It could be lies they told you to keep you down Controlled So you know. You’ll still die but you can go out and hunt them down Make them die scared