The evolution of....
Walking with the dead can't handle the thoughts,
dreams of a happy life time
So sour so stoned ..broken down.
Walking like the dead, the cloak of revenge
Grind of a happy life style...Im born to breed...nothing more.
Your kingdoms 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
and then...we consume
Running out of time.......running out of time
Walk to the end, out where they stand.
Don't listen to all the doubt you're fed.
Walking with the dead can't handle the thoughts,
dreams of a happy life time
So sour so stoned ..broken down.
Walking like the dead, the cloak of revenge
Grind of a happy life style...Im born to breed...nothing more.
Your kingdoms 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
and then...we consume
Running out of time.......running out of time
Walk to the end, out where they stand.
Don't listen to all the doubt you're fed.