Raining from the sky Sickness and disaster Spider webs dispensing untold tiny sticky strands Teeming with disease Arrive while vaporizing Germs are cast adrift infecting we who share the land
Hemorrhagic lungs Drenched with body fluids Suffocating liquid is the sharp edge of the sword Tens of millions dead Bodies stacked and rotting Refrigerator trucks are used as temporary morgues
Painting trails to smear the sky Governments colluding in this airborne genocide Are we born to die? The writing is no lie The authors speak with pens of pesticide
Pandemic epidemic The scouring of earth A virus resurrected The rebirth of a curse And as we die a voice inside reminds us We're betrayed Let it fall Let it rain Cull the herd Without shame
Don't believe the lies We are all in danger Offered not protection But to illness supplicate We've been bred to serve
But the need for us has ended And like all pests to be controlled they shall eradicate
Painting trails to smear the sky Governments colluding in this airborne genocide Are we born to die? The writing is no lie The authors speak with pens of pesticideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
