Текст песни Petulance — Yankee Brutal

Petulance!
Ignorance!
Vociferous!
Rise!
This is what comes to my mind
When I think about you
Hate your lies
And I despise your idealistic views
I am trying to believe
In some kind of hope
But the world gets in my way
And I think we’re all screwed
This is what comes to my mind
When I think about you
Hate your lies
And I despise your idealistic views
I am trying to believe
In some kind of hope
But the world gets in my way
And I think we’re all screwed