Event Horizon - Putrefaction | Текст песни

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englightenment is no longer an option
our gods have abandonded us in a system of mistrust
our great race, not longer worthy in the eyes of its creators
stripped from its former glory
A desolate cityscape
once habited by many
its now dull and desperate
Nature takes hold with ease
unsatiable hunger; never pleased
Concrete turns to dust at the touch
The air is cold, crisp to the throat
the beating heart of the nation
all but an artifact
left to rot and decay
Misanthropy
So illogical
Misanthropy
The great form of irony
Putrefaction
So illogical
The great form of irony
This beast unstoppable

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