Idioma Origen:
Specimens
Why are you growing doomed?
Immerged into the primitive future
The final edge to fall into insanity
Into insanity, into insanity, into insanity, into insanity, into insanity, into insanity, into insanity, into insanity
Brave new world
Core of human fission
The final end of the last man comes now
A world in dust reminds that his own fiction
Is the cure against the wrath of god
Against the end
The wrath of god
Against the end
The wrath of god
Against the end
The wrath of god
Against the end
Just want to be like you(x 16)
Just want
It's coming so close
So close
It's coming so close
In the deep hole of my thoughts
Bleed the silence while
I try to live it
While I disappear
All my desires
I try to live it
Our self-glories are thoughts that visualize the final plot
Start the phase of the mantra
Nothing can stop this fever plot
Plot, plot, plot
In the internal world, blood and flesh are living a blow
For the insanity of the man
In the internal space minds are bodies are the guns
Guns, guns, guns
Plot, plot, plot, plot, plot, plot, plot, plot, plot, plot, plot, plot
This fever plot
Plot, plot, plot
This fever plot
This fever plot
This fever plot
Plot, plot, plot
Idioma Destino:
Specimens
Why are you growing doomed?
Immerged into the primitive future
The final edge to fall into insanity
Into insanity, into insanity, into insanity, into insanity, into insanity, into insanity, into insanity, into insanity
Brave new world
Core of human fission
The final end of the last man comes now
A world in dust reminds that his own fiction
Is the cure against the wrath of god
Against the end
The wrath of god
Against the end
The wrath of god
Against the end
The wrath of god
Against the end
Just want to be like you(x 16)
Just want
It's coming so close
So close
It's coming so close
In the deep hole of my thoughts
Bleed the silence while
I try to live it
While I disappear
All my desires
I try to live it
Our self-glories are thoughts that visualize the final plot
Start the phase of the mantra
Nothing can stop this fever plot
Plot, plot, plot
In the internal world, blood and flesh are living a blow
For the insanity of the man
In the internal space minds are bodies are the guns
Guns, guns, guns
Plot, plot, plot, plot, plot, plot, plot, plot, plot, plot, plot, plot
This fever plot
Plot, plot, plot
This fever plot
This fever plot
This fever plot
Plot, plot, plot