Vanisher
Born to Breed
The evolution of...Walking with the deadCan't handle the thoughtsDreams of a happy lifetimeSo sour so stoned - broken downWalking like the deadThe cloak of revengeGrind of a happy lifestyleI'm born to breed - nothing moreYour kingdom's fortresses will fall awayNo more comfortYour beating hearts will burst insidePaper thin walls can't hold these promisesFor your comfortOur beating hearts will pass you byAnd we will populate and populateUntil each corner of the worldIs made a farmlandAnd then - we consumeWalk to the endOut where they standDon't listen to all the doubt you're fedRunning out of time
From Letras Mania