There's a hole in the ozone layer, but noone seems to care. There's a black figure in our future, waiting out there. Just like pissing in the wind, it comes back in your face. Just what you asked for, it's the fall of the race. There's a crutch propped up for you, but it will fall soon. A nation swims in liquid poison. It will sink too. You don't care, these are just words on a page. Watch you stand and stare, at the fall of the race. Moaning and bitching, not finding and solving.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
