Frontman is dead, there's no one to follow behind the general emptyness growths
he is not that, he cut flowering gardens and now the desert surrounds a dark stain
where are my soldiers? where are my soldiers? where are my soldiers? they all just have another face they all just have another face they all just have another face they all just have another face
beLIEve he's not that, he's cut flowering gardens and now that desert surrounds the dark stain