Beneath The Massacre — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Damages
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Damages » de Beneath The Massacre.
Paroles
It’s the tragic story of a crawling humanity imprisoned by its culture. A culture of faith, a culture of pain and hate of the other for religious reasons.
We based our lives on this war. The speech they have and preach have stopped
our progress for a thousand years. Arrested development.
Whether the war is real or fake, damages are real. Perpetuate a false concept
to protect our obsolete culture. Bringing in the pain, in diverse ways and
format.
Restricting your intellect. A culture of faith, a culture of pain. It’s a plague, a cancer of the mind, of us all, arrested development.
A crawling humanity imprisoned by its culture. Not just the hate we perpetuate. It’s not just the restrictions we impose ourselves.
It’s not just the false paradise we describe. It’s the work left undone. It’s
the progress delayed. Whether the war is real or fake, damages are real.
Perpetuate a false concept to protect out obsolete culture. It’s the tragic
story of a crawling humanity imprisoned by its culture.
A culture of faith, a culture of pain and hate of the other for religious
reasons. We based our lives on this war.
The speech they have and preach have stopped our progress for a thousand years.
Not just the hate we perpetuate.
It’s not just the restrictions we impose ourselves. It’s not just the false
paradise we describe. It’s the work left undone. It's the progress delayed.
It’s not just the kill count we accumulate. It’s the tragic story of a crawling humanity imprisoned by its culture. A culture of faith,
a culture of pain and hate of the other for religious reasons. We based our
lives on this war.
The speech they have and preach have stopped our progress for a thousand years.
Bringing in the pain, in diverse ways and format.
Restricting your intellect. A culture of faith, a culture of pain. It’s a plague, a cancer of the mind, of us all, arrested development.
A crawling humanity imprisoned by its culture. Sharper than a razor blade,
tighter than your chastity belt, sicker than your honor crime;
it’s the premature death of your mind.
Traduction des paroles
Une humanité rampante emprisonnée par sa culture. Plus nette qu'une lame de rasoir,
plus serré que votre ceinture de chasteté, plus malade que votre crime d'honneur;
c'est la mort prématurée de ton esprit.