时间：2011-07-04
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Outcast - Spirits Burning
The grass isn't green
Where the tanks have been
And the sun doesn't shine
Through the smoke
The rain is black
And I'm never coming back
To these tortured lands of no hope
Mid the tangles
And thorns children are born
Into a world full of greed and decay
Betrayed by the past into being outcast
Why should they be the ones to pay
So I'm chasing a dream
Where you can't see for trees
And there's no such place as hell
So why can't we please make it a reality
And not just a story to tell
Why kiss me
Mass fantasy in our homes
Courtesy of those bank loans
Hammer horror cheap and thrilling
Dulls the edge of war and killing
Armchair fans of political scams
Violent times and copycat crimes
Living with fiction
Feels truer than fact
But when you're dead you're dead
And there's no turning back
When you're dead you're dead
There's no turning back
When you're dead you're dead
There's no turning back
When you're dead you're dead
There's no turning back
You're dead
You're dead
The grass isn't green
The grass isn't green
Where the tanks have been
And the sun doesn't shine
Through the smoke
The rain is black
And I'm never coming back
To these tortured lands of no hope
So I'm chasing a dream
Where you can't see for trees
And there's no such place as hell
So why can't we please make it a reality
And not just a story to tell
Why can't we please make it a reality
And not just a story to tell
So why can't we please make it a reality
Not just a story to tell
Not just a story to tell
