Из альбома: Til Death Do Us Apart

Daily routines, dissolve artistic concentration
Based on reality, pieces of life runs out
Start
Breathing
Save my soul
I produce toxic
Waste
Greet control
I clench my spirit inside
Generate a pulse, achievement always comes through trying
Rise up now, it still remains in a shadow
Start
Breathing
Save my soul
I produce toxic
Waste
Greet control
I clench my spirit inside
I feel, like I’m being sold
Same genetic slave
Collect, parts of the memory
Of the life I had before
Same genetic disease, across the globe
Spreading like a virus
Do you hold, the antidote
For all humankind
Start
Breathing
Save my soul
I produce toxic
Waste
Greet control
I clench my spirit inside

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