God Dethroned - Enemy of the State Lyrics
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Enemy of the State
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What Are The Lyrics For Enemy of the State By God Dethroned?
The truth is buried under a thick layer of lies
The accidents that happened were never a coincidence The course of history was not that unpredictable Our way of thinking leads us in the wrong direction Don't you think they know where you were last night? Don't you think they know what you did last summer? There's nowhere you can go undetected The all seeing eye is there all the time They decide what's right or wrong The words you speak, every word you read They'll put you away, enemy of the state Every move you make Every step you take All the tings you read All the things you like They're checking you Enemy of the state The truth will be buried under a thick layer of lies All accidents that'll happen will never be coincidence The course of the future will never be unpredictable Our way of thinking should lead us in the right direction They decide what's right or wrong The words you speak, every word you read They'll put you away, enemy of the state Every move you make Every step you take All the things you read All the things you like They're checking you Enemy of the state |
Who Wrote Enemy of the State By God Dethroned?
Bert Hoving, Berthus Westerhuys, Henri Sattler, Jens Van Der Valk
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What's The Duration Of The Enemy of the State By God Dethroned?The duration of Enemy of the State is 3:16 minutes and seconds. |
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