Слова:
Censor

One more mile 'til I lay rest I have put myself through this rigid test But the mile has never ended, no distance has been gained I do not see greatness

Jesus and the California Kid Oh what Jesus did for the California kid There's a school kid on the coastline Who's the textbook case of cool He's out

Counting the days to get away To pack your bags up on a plane But see Bob run, yeah, see Bob play Why not talk to Bob today? If you wanna save the lost

There is a tremendous lover who would like to share His wondrous love story with all those who would care To listen to his still small voice, he doesn

don't (don't) Don't censor me We scream we shout We just wanna let it out No fuss and no cuss You still try to censor us Only one word shakes the earth

Yeah Now we're Anthrax and we take no shit And we don't care for writing hits The sound you hear is what we like And I'll steal your pop-tarts like I

When you expect the pain there's nothing more to ascertain There's so much to think of when a push comes to shove Because you've shown me how it's easier

science or any other learning Metaphor of colors Blood red black Altar of flesh Razor's cuts macabre breath of creation Remembering old deception Censored! Project! Censored

quello che si deve e non si deve dire... Signor Censore - nessuno ormai ti fermera e tu cancelli in nome della liberta la tua crociata per il bene dell'umanita... Signor Censore