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Paroles : Unquiet Days

UNQUIET DAYS

Some folks lack perspective
They drink the gla** of grief
Switch feelings for those
They love to hate

Some choose the easy path
Find a target for their wrath
And spit at the face
They love to hate

We live unquiet days unquiet moments of our time

Some scream words from the other side
And they join them for the ride
Calling to murder
People they love to hate

Some go for conspiracy
Led by imaginary
Masters in the dark
They love to hate