Now I must testify, when im gona die I dont wanna be buried, I dont wanna be fried With a roll of 2 dice, lets see, wouldn't it be nice Forget about your worries, put your parents on ice Bodies left frozen, hoping to be chosen For the future clones, lets say just supposing Corpse re-animated, old skin laminated brains cultivated, but your veins didnt make it imagine the ramifications of zombified nations digging up the cemeteries, looking for foreign territories Colonise the skies, with clones of your eyes bones of your thighs just rest in demise Im a virus from Mars, you can catch me in bars I do seminars, with electric guitars im proton, your electron, I wrote on my next song my DNA original, from analogue to digital
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estimate, the damage done let the rest debate, keeps going and it escalates, not knowing how to regulate, no way that you can V2
In the garden of Adam and DaNA Scientist crusaders, miniature alien invaders foreign bacterias in hospital cafeterias the public are gearing the general hysteria deep vents in the sea, prevent me to see the origin of “to be”, but im forging beliefs with Elvis in a cell, decomposing aswell, proposing to sell, to a spectre clientele at the heartbreak hotel, his pelvic thrust burst into atomic dust, left me nonplussed break open the elements, to resuscitate the elephants from another era, whilst extinction draws nearer pictures drawn clearer in laboratories in Geneva subterranean chambers, creating power rangers human race supplanted, with no further trees planted development was granted, cos the government were bandits.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
