Mescalera - 07 - Soul Breeding Farm | Текст песни

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• 07 - Soul Breeding Farm

What we call the Earth is a processing station
All the human souls must be refined
This isn’t suffering, it is erosion
We’re meant to be worn smooth by conflict and pain of every kind

There`s no Underworld but Venus emigration
From now on death becomes the mainstream
No one will ever see the future generation
Humanity`s dying out, getting free
We`ll not stay here

Pass through the pain, the woes
Your soul refines, erodes

We debunked the death with god`s permission
No more delusion and there`s no more lies
Nuclear warfare and clean-up operations
No need to live their worthless wretched lives
They`ll not survive

Planet Hurt. Planet Pain. Planet Conflict.
Our whole reality is obsolete
Money is useless. Status is pointless.All In Vain
Our mission on the Earth is complete

What we call the Earth is a processing station
The factory of perfecting our souls
This isn’t suffering, it is erosion
In the Big Rock Tumbler we refine
And we erode
We won`t be bred
We erode
Now death is dead

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