Plasmatics
The Damned
Black visions from the satellite sky Deaf ears hear not their criesFat jackals howl at the moonFlies buzzing, playing death's tuneNight ends but the sun it don't rise Tombs open and the dead they will riseBlack market buys your soul real cheapNo escaping what you sow, you will reapPrisoners of the damnedFind another landPlanet of the lostLand of fire and frostPrisoners of the deadFear the unknown dreadTidal waves at seaSet the serpents freeCoup d'etat on a global scaleOpposition, locked up in jailDomination, the goons are the bossHuman race nailed to a cross
From Letras Mania