Текст песни Stolenwheels - Full bus

Step into my full bus
try to stay there
Prove that your course is right
yours and others' are copies

the shrine of stereotypes
God is with us, you must pay the price
the shrine of stereotypes

We make our way while stepping on heads
in search of a way
Put a gun to ones head, fighting to the death
The queue to hell
with a sad face and burning brains
The land's quicksand swallows us
from dirty mouths the mud pours out.

Step into my full bus
but don't stand out among the rest
their eyes imbued with hatred
they know everything about you

the shrine of stereotypes
God is with us, you must pay the price
the shrine of stereotypes

We make our way while stepping on heads
in search of a way
Put a gun to ones head, fighting to the death
The queue to hell
with a sad face and burning brains
The land's quicksand swallows us
from dirty mouths the mud pours out.

We make our way...