Текст (слова) песни: Nerve Agents, the - Out On The Farm
1-2-3-4 you`ve got your hand in torture 5-6-7-8 how does it make you feel? The mind slips, slips, slip, slipping Into the darkness, it is lifeless The air is thin here and grim here Drugged up, caged up, piled up on inhumane Insane, so insane Out on the farm, no happy songs No happy songs, just torture Devoid of feeling Who, you or them?
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