Born with bad luck The scales have been tipping one-sidedly No turning it around We're shadowed by misery
The fortune that we had Never gave for a place in the sun or measured up to life itself Now we're deemed the unredeemable
The weather is so delightful but there is nothing to breathe It's a plague, the wickedness of man Book of Changes is at hand
There's a billion of chemical heaps that are now not even corpses mad creatures with manic plans ruling the world are the white faces The people live in a nightmare You can see the tombstones in their eyes Eaten out of their own skulls They're the slaves to hope's demise
Some evil fate that's in store Oh the time truly is great Hydrogen bombs falling like hail We are so smallTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
