Orbit Culture - Tellus | Текст песни

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Like poison they spread, the braindead.
I'll wait for the sirens, the explosions.
The blood on our hands, the bloodstains.
Afraid to live, to sleep, or even have a dream.

The way the world burn, feeds my rage.
Deliverer of plague.
The way the time flies.
It hurts, it burns.

The power they possess.
The corruptive solution, the napalm pollution.
The future ain't bright, no time!
Afraid to live, to sleep, or even have a dream.

The way the world burn, feeds my rage.
Deliverer of plague.
The way the time flies.
It hurts, it burns.

The way the world burn, feeds my rage.
Deliverer of plague.
The way the time flies.
It hurts, it burns.

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