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Peace Be Revenged

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 30.10.2012

Where are we to go?
How can we survive?
When the falling rain seems to cease we will all have to go.

Where are we to go?
How can we survive?
When the falling rain seems to cease we will all go.
We have built our lives without nature in mind.
So that we've become the disease but we wont go.
Those that survive can end with our life
Peace will be returned
We need to praise you
Peace will first be revenged

Once we used to hear but like footsteps appear
now we have no fear and in turn will disappear
We have built our lives without nature in mind
So that we've become the disease but we wont go
Those that survive can end with our life
Peace will be returned
We need to praise you
Peace will first be revenged

Reveneged...revenged...
when the rain washes all the mitochondria
Try to steer your intentions into love

When your fears mix with brain wash erosions dear
I wont be here then, you wont be here when
when the rain washes all the mitochondria
Try to steer your intentions into love
When your fears mix with brain wash erosions dear

Just watch the rain
Just watch the rain
rain watch the rain
Just watch the rain
Just watch the rain
rain watch the rain

Where do we go?
How do we meet you?


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