Tellus - Orbit Culture

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