Chains around our necks bear crushing weight Their massive drills dig us into a deeper world of shit
Is our fate yet sealed? Is it all for fucking oil? That they ransack with neglect any living future?
Steamrolling redneck warmachine Impregnated with wealth, fanatically insane
Imaginary enemies obliterated by John Wayne By the grace of God the carpet bombings rain
Trenching miles of pipeline to the ends of this bleeding Earth Petrol cartel feeding frenzy, landmines in the "holy land"
Oil-soaked black dawn looming in the horizon Black dawn - what grim twist of fate will we meetTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
