Слова песни Неизвестный исполнитель — The Corre (2011)
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I've had enough, I'll make 'em see
They'll never take another drop of blood from me
And judge you all, one final bow
I'll be your end of days
Blood in the streets, the royals fall
I will do what I must until I see them crawl up to me
Where they will see, I'll be your end of days
I'll be your end of days
Black-robed judges bring the gavel down, goodbye
Tell me all the ways that I went wrong
They'd lock us up forever, given half a chance
Out of sight, out of mind, same old dance
Keep the rebels down, kill their every sound
The more you try to silence me, the more I'm gaining ground
I've had enough, I'll make 'em see
They'll never take another drop of blood from me
And judge you all, one final bow
I'll be your end of days
Blood in the streets, the royals fall
I will do what I must until I see them crawl up to me
Where they will see, I'll be your end of days
I'll be your end of days
Painted smile, glad hands, pick your pocket, money gone
Laughing to themselves, and forget your name
Make up any promise as they go and sell your future
We all had a vote, tell me who's to blame
Keep the rebels down, kill their every sound
The more you try to silence me, the more I'm gaining ground
I've had enough, I'll make 'em see
They'll never take another drop of blood from me
And judge you all, one final bow
I'll be your end of days
Blood in the streets, the royals fall
I will do what I must until I see them crawl up to me
Where they will see, I'll be your end of days
I'll be your end of days
They'll never take another drop of blood from me
And judge you all, one final bow
I'll be your end of days
Blood in the streets, the royals fall
I will do what I must until I see them crawl up to me
Where they will see, I'll be your end of days
I'll be your end of days
Black-robed judges bring the gavel down, goodbye
Tell me all the ways that I went wrong
They'd lock us up forever, given half a chance
Out of sight, out of mind, same old dance
Keep the rebels down, kill their every sound
The more you try to silence me, the more I'm gaining ground
I've had enough, I'll make 'em see
They'll never take another drop of blood from me
And judge you all, one final bow
I'll be your end of days
Blood in the streets, the royals fall
I will do what I must until I see them crawl up to me
Where they will see, I'll be your end of days
I'll be your end of days
Painted smile, glad hands, pick your pocket, money gone
Laughing to themselves, and forget your name
Make up any promise as they go and sell your future
We all had a vote, tell me who's to blame
Keep the rebels down, kill their every sound
The more you try to silence me, the more I'm gaining ground
I've had enough, I'll make 'em see
They'll never take another drop of blood from me
And judge you all, one final bow
I'll be your end of days
Blood in the streets, the royals fall
I will do what I must until I see them crawl up to me
Where they will see, I'll be your end of days
I'll be your end of days
Текст добавил: Андрей Курышев
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Текст песни Неизвестный исполнитель — The Corre (2011) представляет собой мощное заявление о сопротивлении и мести. В песне выражается решимость не подчиняться власти и бороться до последнего. Основная тема — восстание против угнетателей и несправедливости, с обещанием «быть концом дней» для тех, кто причинил вред. Слова песни Неизвестный исполнитель — The Corre (2011) рисуют образ активного протеста, где героический персонаж отвергает попытки властей подавить его и его последователей. Песня насыщена мотивами борьбы, упадка монархий и неудачами политиков, что делает её ярким выражением гнева и решимости свергнуть старый порядок.