My hell is crowded With angels of regret My heaven's overburdened With a swarm of living dead
It's funny how This animal Became the ultimate predator When it only feeds upon its own flesh
The seed has grown The birth machine goes on and on!
Immune to pestilence And spared by war
The one who got the party started Did you ever think That it would end this way? That your gift would be abused By those made of clay
Worn out By hate This world keeps turning faster Let's get it straight We're heading for disaster All empty words they speak Drown in noise But only for so long The birth machine goes on!
In the age of sin We are slaves to this machine But now the only thing we are told Enjoy your perfect life in a perfect world
Worn out By hate This world keeps turning faster Let's get it straight We're heading for disaster All empty words they speak Drown in noise But only for so long The birth machine goes on and on!
It's funny how This animal Became the ultimate predator It's funny how This animal Became the ultimate predatorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
