Suicide Nation - City Of Demise | Текст песни

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• Suicide Nation
• City Of Demise

Hands upon my throat
Squeezing out the life
Trying not to choke
Trying not to die

I hate
Your growth
It makes
Me decline
I step
Aside to watch
It burn

Nothing
I do
will change
a thing

I gasp for air
Your dreams of selfish growth
have turned this world
into a fucking wasteland
I spit on your fucking grave
You are disease-demise
Barren wasteland utopia
Substandard living ideal
Greet the day
with another heartless
smile in your world of gain