Снова Мы Lyrics & Chords By Margaret Thrasher

Speak of the son. No father brings the holy one. From cloven hoofs to claws to thorns, his rise to power has begun. Among your thieves, there lays another dying mouth to feed. ...read more

Dead Alive! Rat monkey bit into her arm, Now she's dead but she's not gone They put her in the cemetery, thought she was dead and buried Now they're dead, dead...read more

Just enough words to Paint on a cloth Yet words alone Are not enough Slogans and banners Draped behind the band Noble in inspiration Meaning and intent But problems...read more

What you wanna do? What you wanna say? You don't know the truth, Please bring back your brain! It's better an empty page, Than a book of ancient age! But you...read more

You can't stand to see what this makes of me It tears you up inside to see me free I won't give in to them and their conformity Stop to raise my voice, so hear me scream ...read more