Suburban Culture - Plague | Текст песни

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Time has passed, time has passed,
Plunging into Gothic coil of doom
Wandering withered bodies and souls,
People roam the streets for thousands years.

Crying children with dead skin,
Frost on faces and big empty hearts.
They pollute the streets hoping to
Fill veins with breath of virgin spring.

Trying to remember cherished reason
For the lying sunlight.
They eat all the livestock, looking
At dead bodies with eaten limbs.

Lost sheep go to saving seashore,
Lost sheep eat all ripe grass!
Disappear in deep water
Your long-awaited end has come.


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