Alpha Blondy - Sciences Sans Conscience Lyrics
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Sciences Sans Conscience
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What Are The Lyrics For Sciences Sans Conscience By Alpha Blondy?
Sciences without conscience
is only ruin of the heart Sciences without conscience is only ruin and tears I do not know myself there in ballistics I am wary of the policy chemical or bacteriological weapons all the laws of logic defy... I say to you... Sciences without conscience is only ruin of the heart Sciences without conscience is only ruin and tears In front of the escalation of violence the man discovers his impotence he calls for the aid the Master of time it is a S.O.S. known you hear me Sciences without conscience is only ruin of the heart Sciences without conscience is only ruin and tears The oceans are radioactive with the missiles which reflect the whole ground is asphyxiated it is a true collective suicide Sciences without conscience is only ruin of the heart Sciences without conscience is only ruin and tears I do not know myself there in ballistics I am wary of the policy chemical or bacteriological weapons all the laws of logic defy... I say to you... Sciences without conscience is only ruin of the heart Sciences without conscience is only ruin and tears |
Who Wrote Sciences Sans Conscience By Alpha Blondy?
Alpha Blondy
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What's The Duration Of The Sciences Sans Conscience By Alpha Blondy?The duration of Sciences Sans Conscience is 4:08 minutes and seconds. |
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