Fuck waiting around to die When all my life i’ve вееn dead inside Fear as a god The final facade The rapture in exile The flooded red And black as the winter ahead Abstract and artifacted When we are all either Outsourced or outcasted They’ll melt the bodies down To reclaim the plastic And separated from their Mothers in masses I am your enemy now And you will never take me down I am the rapture in exile Would you change it if you could Or continue to realize What you never understood Is that this world could be yours But i don’t think you want itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
