A blinding strobe burns through my eyes But somehow I still see Blasting zone at contact point Burns the flesh like leaves Scorching earth and burning winds Exterminate all liar disease Is to make sure we all die Such heroic nonsense Clouding guilty conscience Mushroom clouds that fill the sky While blind follow like sheep Another way to thin the herd Without facing defeat Politicians disregard The right for human need As long as they control the land To satisfy their greed What is left? In the Aftermath I can see there's no hope for meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
