Vanisher - Born To Breed | Текст песни

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The evolution of...
Walking with the dead
Can't handle the thoughts
Dreams of a happy lifetime
So sour so stoned - broken down
Walking like the dead
The cloak of revenge
Grind of a happy lifestyle
I'm born to breed - nothing more

Your kingdom's fortresses will fall away
No more comfort
Your beating hearts will burst inside
Paper thin walls can't hold these promises
For your comfort
Our beating hearts will pass you by

And we will populate and populate
Until each corner of the world
Is made a farmland
And then - we consume

Walk to the end
Out where they stand
Don't listen to all the doubt you're fed
Running out of time

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