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| Song: | To The Wall (Rough Mix) | 
 
| Album: | Schizophrenia | Genres: |   |  
| Year: | 1987 | 
Length: | 332 sec | 
 
 
Lyricist: Sepultura
Lyrics: 
 'To the wall!' claims the soldier
 My last steps march to the dead
 Last wills! Hell! This is idiotism
 Fuck off to me, fuck off to all of you
 
 To the death, I raise my head
 My last moments, it's my existing countdown
 A cry for mercy trapped in my throat
 But even in hell, there's a place for cowards
 
 The burning sun over my head
 The troop is comin', compassion I dismiss
 Sentence of death pounding on my back
 There's no hiding when you're thrown against the wall
 
 'To Paradise,' the priest is saying, blessing my death
 He's standing in front of me, his merciful sight sickens me
 He says that soon I'll have my judgement
 I'll kneel down in front of the Lord
 
 And he asks me to regret my sins, but it's too late
 Growling words from the bible, raising my agony
 Oh God! How I'd like to have my hands untied
 
 The wall I'm facing now
 Seeing my life going through my eyes
 Feeling death behind my back
 An acrid taste of defeat tormenting my last years
 And when I feel my body being punched, smashed
 There's no pain, just silence
 My last breath echoing, spreading through the air
 My body in pieces, a stream of blood
 
 Bloody drops whipping the wall
 The silent wall that has understood my silence
 The silence that was a prisoner of my soul
 Is my soul that now is the ruler of the world
 
 To the wall 
	
	
	 
	
		
		
	
	
  
	
			
	   	 
      
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