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TellusLike poison they spread, the braindeadI'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 |