Uncle Slam - Procreation | Текст песни

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Death must be
As does all the days of your life
They always will be
Tears will fall
For every soul has its hills
And its valleys to crawl
Time lives not
Simply invented to harbor
The power of thought
Hell? No way
A masive disguise from
The minds of political saints

Procreation
The spinning stone
Procreation
Forever we roam
Procreation
The spinning stone
Procreation

War must be
Killing is etched in the stone
And it's bigger than peace
Pain breeds will
All living things must endure
Its rich torments and thrills
Space? Believe
It's all there inside of your head
For your soul to retrieve
Dark needs light
One can't exist if the other one
Slips out of sight

Life and death
Each has its place in your space
And the other is next
Last not least
Fear not your fate for it's past
And it's magic I've seen

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