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Attika - "Filming The Tragedy / Silent Rage"
Lyrics to Filming The Tragedy / Silent Rage : [Filming The Tragedy] [Longobardi, VanWar] Take a look around you At the celluloid newsmans comedy Obstruction of a world in progress Dying at the hands of Technology Will tomorrows eyes open to see The thin line of truth and sanity The dying eyes behind the scenes obscured By a cardboard world of reality The media moshes frantically To deliver what the people will buy Inter the bones and feed them the meat Theyll swallow it whole with no questions. The script is in Race to the scene Reporting the Agony Eyewitness, Camera madness Filming the Tragedy Swallow your pride Make up the time The theater curtains rise The audience stares Theyre part of the show A play in morality Bomb scare, make it aware Theres nothing here to dread The bombs are red, the armies bled But your eyes only rattle your head Terror strikes a chord within The world is a great madhouse But rest assure, you need not worry It has nothing to do with you. Scandal is in Fact is a sin Making a strategy Eyewitness, Camera madness Filming the Tragedy Swallow your pride Make up the time The theater curtains rise Look past the screen This is your scene Watch your own mortality. The reporters are the producers Directors have an empty set Theres no acting, no lines to remember This ones for real Wrap u the story, this ones a print Hold the press were coming in A cynical layout hiding the truth Absorbing the absent minded youth Its a fast world in a fast lane Live by the minute not by the day Stick out your arm for another fix As we tip our hats to the editors kiss. The script is in Race to the scene Reporting the Agony Eyewitness, Camera madness Filming the Tragedy Swallow the pride Make up the time The theater curtains rise And the audience stares Its part of the show Programming brutality. [Silent Rage] [Longobardi, Patelski] When the doors were broken I locked it from my mind A cattle drive on society I dared not speak the plight. To speak ones mind among us To burn as heretics Language of a forgotten age Now just decadence. Theres no one left to stop the siege No one to speak up against the spree I grit my teeth as they take them away Run for cover now, theyre coming for me Too late for someone to preach the sane. Ridding the land of their own kind And replace them with people of steel To raise a new breed of man That cowers and caters to wills. There is no place for the weak They only slow the plan And the children of these diseased Will be trained to work the land. Theres no one left to stop the siege No one to speak up against the spree I grit my teeth as they take them away Run for cover now, theyre coming for me Too late for someone to preach the sane And no one to raise a hand for me I held my tongue now they hold my fate. Theres no one left to stop the siege No one to speak up against the spree I grit my teeth as they take them away Run for cover now, theyre coming for me Too late for someone to preach the sane And no one to make a stand for me I held my tongue now they hold my fate Behold my fate. [ Filming The Tragedy / Silent Rage Lyrics ]
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