Letras:
Electronic

: it's an into the sunrise aesthetic, let's pretend this is an informed consent. that class division doesn't make an infantry, there is no incentive,

: (Instrumental)

re electronic, we the electronic Electronic Electronic, so moronic We're electronic, we the electronic Electronic Electronic, so moronic We're electronic, we the electronic Electronic

the Electronic Renaissance is the way to go, yeah Hand in hand with the Electronic Renaissance is the way to go, boy Hand in hand with the Electronic

Rows and rows of crosses Standing in the sand Statues of the fallen Watching over this land The tombs of unknown soldiers Lay tilted in decay Another

Fuel is running, fuel is coming Fuel is running down my face The line, the line, the line is drawn It won't be long We have to be strong Before they

One voice, one world It's time the masses are heard Sever attacks, paralyzed flesh Faint chance, public unrest Poison globe corps decay No final message

Crawling through these streets at night Can't stand looking at the lights Voices ringing in my head Should I keep living or playing dead As I watch this

it's an into the sunrise aesthetic, let's pretend this is an informed consent. that class division doesn't make an infantry, there is no incentive, no