No death is not the end for we were born of dust outside the world of man even now time is on our side although im just a desert rat burning in the sand blood blisters from our skin cracks begin to form but still there is time to mend cold winds begins to change tide begins to turn washing over land too late rats have learned to swim useless to resist feeding on all men now what you had is ours the land again is pure and you fertilize the flowersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
