Our civilization,
Our society,
Will burn in flames
From the false paths we tread.
CHORUS:
- Dead religion of Christ,
- Lies of political pigs.
- Wars for freedom are dead,
- Love sold for mere coins.
- We're a poison for earth,
- Not just chemical death.
- With a glass all too clear,
- Apocalypse's chess.
I fear this is no end,
But my troubled head
Seeks ideas to mend,
For broken dolls undead.
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Apocalypse
© Copyright: Игорь Рой, 2021
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