Gas Chamber Melodies - The chosen | Текст песни

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• Gas Chamber Melodies
• The chosen

Are we chosen to lead to destruction?
Are we chosen to destroy others?
Everything goes fine
There's a little time left, and there's still a lot of beauty...
Destruction.
Self-destruction. I'm sure.
We aren't chosen to take care of life, someone would know something...
We aren't chosen to improve our surrounding...
I'm rotting with everything I had destroyed. We're rotting...

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There's no running away from the stench of the world. Anyway sometimes it seems to me that people do not really care about that anymore. I will kill not only one existence, I will tread not only on one feeling before I will be devoured by worms in the end. We are a bunch of motherfuckers either we want it or not. Every single one of us. What is left is a sneer at and a dirty finger into the eyes of those certain about their sanctity and innocence.

The world speeds towards its doom. I'm sure of it. Gigantic factories, concrete jungles, excessive forests cutting, animal holocaust, armed conflicts, deviations, abject poverty and wealth's sumptuousness. One can fight with it but it cannot be stopped. A human being - it sounds proud.