Gaia, the leach of the cosmos A faulted cog None of us were ever meant to be, not a single being We are catastrophe flawed Always in orbit, infested with a slew of beasts, life The death preacher comes to put an end to this world
Chorus: Fifty thousand years inside the star Draining the life out from her Until a wicked mind of science comes Hold back the key, the cult of Pandora
We must erase ourselves to set her free We can redistribute the energy Know none of us were ever meant to be We are disease
The selfish needs of all are bleeding dry the sun The ultra-goddess sits in rest and waits for us to stop Yet still we feed on everything given to us without want, but take too much and leave them none
Gravimetric propulsion is unequivocal on a subatomic level One day you will see Set her free
Chorus: Fifty thousand years inside the star Draining the life out from her Until a wicked mind of science comes Hold back the key, the cult of Pandora
Gravimetric propulsion is unequivocal on a subatomic level One day you will see Set her free
Chorus: Fifty thousand years inside the star Draining the life out from her Until a wicked mind of science comes Hold back the key, the cult of Pandora
Gravimetric propulsion is unequivocal on a subatomic level One day you will see Set her freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
