Текст песни Nickelback - Feed the Machine
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EN Addressing those beneath from high above. Convincing his belief for what you love. Baiting every hook with filthy lies. Another charlatan to idolize. Is this suppression just in my mind? No more questions get back in line! Pay with your life, the duller the knife, the longer it takes. But now it's your turn, the ashes will burn, and wither away. Leaving your bones, out on the stones, picking them clean. Carving the truth, while harvesting you, to feed the machine. The gears forever turn to grind the mice. Will you become the fuel for sacrifice. Power absolutely all for show. The piper blows his flute and off you go. Is this obsession behind your eyes? No more questions get back in line! Why must the blind always lead the blind? (get back in line, get back in line) Why do I feel like the fault is mine? (get back in line, get back in line) Why must the weakest be sacrificed? No more questions, get back in line! (just get back in line). RU С высоты к нижестоящим обращаясь, В своем мнении убеждая тебя, Мерзкой ложью на крючке обольщая, Новый шарлатан воздвигнет до небес себя. Это подавление — лишь в моей голове? Больше вопросов не приходит на ум! Жизнью плати, чем дольше идти, тем будет скучней. Твоя очередь ждет, твой пепел сгорит и отомрет. Кости твои, что на камнях, будут чисты. Их соберут на корм для машин, о правде забыв. Жернова не пощадят мышь никогда. А ты станешь топливом для ритуала? Власть абсолютно вся для шоу создана. И впредь волынщик будет играть для бала. Это — одержимость в твоих глазах? Больше вопросов не приходит на ум! Почему вести слепых должны слепые всегда? (возвращайся в строй, возвращайся в строй) Почему я чувствую, что сия вина — моя? (возвращайся в строй, возвращайся в строй) Почему самые слабые должны быть жертвой? (возвращайся в строй, возвращайся в строй) Больше нет вопросов, возвращайся в строй! (Просто возвращайся в строй!) Смотрите также:
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Addressing those beneath from high above.
Convincing his belief for what you love.
Baiting every hook with filthy lies.
Another charlatan to idolize.
Is this suppression just in my mind?
No more questions get back in line!
Pay with your life, the duller the knife, the longer it takes.
But now it's your turn, the ashes will burn, and wither away.
Leaving your bones, out on the stones, picking them clean.
Carving the truth, while harvesting you, to feed the machine.
The gears forever turn to grind the mice.
Will you become the fuel for sacrifice.
Power absolutely all for show.
The piper blows his flute and off you go.
Is this obsession behind your eyes?
No more questions get back in line!
Why must the blind always lead the blind?
(get back in line, get back in line)
Why do I feel like the fault is mine?
(get back in line, get back in line)
Why must the weakest be sacrificed?
No more questions, get back in line!
(just get back in line).
RU
From a height to the subordinates turning,
Convincing you in your opinion
A deceitful lie on a hook seducing
A new charlatan will raise himself up to heaven.
Is this suppression only in my head?
No more questions come to mind!
Pay with life, the longer you go, the more boring it will be.
Your turn is waiting, your ashes will burn and die.
Thy bones that are on stones will be clean.
They will be collected for food for cars, forgetting the truth.
Millstones will never spare the mouse.
And you will become the fuel for the ritual?
Power is absolutely created for the show.
And henceforth the piper will play for the ball.
Is it an obsession in your eyes?
No more questions come to mind!
Why should the blind always lead the blind?
(go back in line, go back in line)
Why do I feel this wine is mine?
(go back in line, go back in line)
Why should the weakest be a victim?
(go back in line, go back in line)
There are no more questions, return to duty!
(Just get back in action!)
