Из альбома: The Explorer
I see the Earth covered with dirt,
The tumors of cities reaching up the skies.
Brothers! Brothers!
The plague has evolved into macro size of us,
And I know destruction forecomes creation.
When the body is becoming sick, wipe out the virus, wipe out the virus,
When the Earth is choked by smoke, wipe out the virus, wipe out the virus,
When the hate is just too much, wipe out the virus, wipe out the virus,
And men are going rouge, wipe out the virus, wipe out the virus
Resist to be what you´re supposed to be
Disease won´t cure till the man can still breathe.
Resist to be what you´re supposed to be
Disease won´t cure.