Tired, so tired that can’t continue runaway At least notice the forthcoming and dramatic final There is no way, three no solution, there is no choice Feel the agonic fear of the ineffable and certain signal
Without any future or hope, it is time to release the truth The moment to write our common and shared epitaph Final thoughts redeemer decoration which won't to be read Uncurable, inexorable and obviously displayed path
We owe all to ourselves, it is all due to our rush hunger Breeded hate, reharsal hypocrisy Makin' miserable similars, dammaging the nature And in the end we must assume... That is the way we lead
All this time we have thought That we were powerful masters
Mighty enthroned gods, who can't be touched Saved from the punish, and now that... Even the earth and our oppressed brothers... Are against us...
We will become our world in the filthy rubbishTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
