Текст песни The Art of Malnutrition (Bring Back The Guns) с переводом

Cut it in, cut it in, cut it and shut off

Now they know, they don’t talk to me at all

But i’ve got a day in mind when everyone will rise

From every observation deck, every expiration date

Has come and gone, has come and gone

Now every stranger is a possible sniper

Now all the snipers are real diplomats

And now there is no city, like my city

There is no war, that is there’s never

Been a war like this before

There is no face, but my face

There is no blood

That is not my blood

There is no city, there is no war

There is no face, there is no blood

Whats your position on the art of malnutrition

Are you pro what we’re opposing

The art of decomposing

They’re getting lost in the sentiment

I’m getting stuck in the sediment

Pick your position, make your move

You’re getting carried away

I’m getting burried alive

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