up in the moment, these are my wasted years Years have fallen, where have I been? I'm caught up in the moment, these are my wasted years Wasted, wasted, wasted
Tradução: Suelo. Perdido.
thank you please but your flattery is truly not becoming me. Your eyes are poor, you're blind, you see no beauty could have come from me. I'm a waste
porous soil of life moving on it's courses crystal's neath' the surface radiate the cycle combing minerals they will flex and let go toxically were built to never last cuz the waste
deity Heritage of death No future, no memory Humanity Supremacy The future is a desert land Play god Promised land erased Wasted soil incinerate Inferior
is preordain, The sight will never end The ones that Been in this realm, The possibility and dream Now lays in waste and ruin And laid to waste again
will ever know And the past is now your future It bears witness to your soul Make sure that the love you offer up Does not fall on barren soil. For the
they'll swell up." Oh Oh Oh Oh It's the big waste dump Oh, yeah We built your ticky-tacky houses On landfill soil To cover up a gift We left you
: Time is round and spinning - The sun can come and go The changing of the seasons Brings rain - wind - snow One thousand years are wasted Another thousand
: As mortal manufactured waste And part of the commonly infected You prevent the ones worthy the gift of life To surface on once a prosperous soil
s gettin worse than even before We can see the revenge of this planet upon us As we keep hurting the sea The soil and the air Sometimes some catastrophic
politics Abandoned by the rains On and on-the human need On and on-the human greed profanes Ethiopia-Ethiopia-Ethiopia Your top soil flies away-Ethiopia
eyes And see a picture perfect life Inside of your mind Dreaming only of the days ahead Wanted and wished for more than now Or the days behind You waste
: Out in the park where they gather in the dark It's a scaring atmosphere Wide open eyes which are following the sign It is soiled with blood and fear
less real than those whose voices echoes through the starless abyss No less cruel their nature, no less harmful their intent Of sinful seed, of soiled
parent of disbelief restricting rules they can make means nothing to Your Being Defiled our names soiled glory of gods dismal new faith spawn of deliverence This conceit waste
make means nothing to Your Being Defiled our names soiled glory of gods dismal new faith spawn of deliverence This conceit waste regain we must on Hermes
them You still think you are living in pain But the pain now lives in you It's time to justify the consciousness Of those who are still breathing in waste
