Life is granted by an unforeseen force We are but molecules in motion and nothing more? Survival of the fittest is a dark tale Sending my generation to the depths of hell Inventors of evil and the secrets of men Worthy of misery, worthy of death The pages of the old teach That the treasures of heaven are filth of the Earth I will not turn my eyes I will not ignore their cries (We have turned sanctity of life into a septic tank of living) Oh wretched animals! This is terror, this is darkness This the human heart Set me apart because When rejection leads to depression I proclaim in the loudest I curse "modern day consumption" And the chambers that execute them Orphans come home Life is granted by an unforeseen force We are but molecules in motion and nothing more? Survival of the fittest is a dark tale Sending my generation to the depths of hell Through the tears I see The beauty of you The night is over, the morning's dawning The pages of the old teach That the treasures of heaven are filth of the Earth I will not turn my eyes I will not ignore their cries Orphans come home The kingdom is yours Orphans come home!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
