Orbit Culture - Tellus

Текст песни

Like poison they spread, the braindead
I’ll wait for the sirens, the explosions
The blood on our hands, the bloodstains
Afraid to live, to sleep, or even have a dream
The way the world burn, feeds my rage
Deliverer of plague
The way the time flies
It hurts, it burns
The power they possess
The corruptive solution, the napalm pollution
The future ain’t bright, no time!
Afraid to live, to sleep, or even have a dream
The way the world burn, feeds my rage
Deliverer of plague
The way the time flies
It hurts, it burns
The way the world burn, feeds my rage
Deliverer of plague
The way the time flies
It hurts, it burns