Divided - An Original Song by Pantokrator Productions

Описание: Divided

Don’t need your digits
Don’t need your name
Don’t need your shades or symbols
Don’t need your power games
Don’t want your platform
Don’t want your war
I don’t buy into what you’re selling anymore

Don’t want your badge on my skin
Don’t want your circle or clan
Don’t want your scripture
Don’t want your plans
Don’t want your honor
Don’t want applause
Don’t want your trends or your passing cause

Divided
What colors are you dressed in now
Your truth, divided
I don’t relate to what you’re shouting out
Divided
What colors are you dressed in now
Your truth, divided
I don’t relate to what you’re shouting out

Don’t need your digits
Don’t need your name
Don’t need your flags or banners
Don’t need your slogans
Don’t need your side
I don’t live by the lines where you decide

Don’t want your mark on my chest
Don’t want your crowd or your crew
Don’t want your heaven
Don’t want your rules
Don’t want your approval
Don’t want your noise
Don’t want your costume or manufactured voice

Divided
What colors are you dressed in now
Your truth, divided
I don’t relate to what you’re shouting out
Divided
What colors are you dressed in now
Your truth, divided
I don’t relate