Bathory lyrics
Bathory lyrics
"Judgement Of Posterity lyrics"
1000percent lyrics
Let me in, let me in, let me in Oh please, please, please, please! I might die but I don't care You could tackle the train
Let me in, let me in, let me in Oh please, please, please, please! I might die but I don't care You could tackle the train
Ten million barrels at sea. Atmospheric temperature increases. Fourhundredthousand acres a day. Post-generation to pay. Chimneys spew death day and night. Chemicals with every bite. Layer of mist in the sky. Filtering no more the light. Toxic waste. Debris. On land, in the air and at sea. You can't shut it out. With every breath reality. This is the key. Objection of history. Now all that remains... The Judgement Of PosSplashing lyricsterity. Toxic waste. Debris. On land, in the air and at sea. You can't shut it out. With every breath reality. This is the key. Objection of history. Now all that remains... The judgement of posterity. Substances lethal en masse. Genetical codes harassed. Disassembled and distorted chains of DNA nourished to breed life again. Elevated. Erected. Enriched. Developed. Perfected and pitched. Educated. Equipped and supreme. Initiated. Homo Sapiens. Human
(Reg Mombassa) Splashing - making a mess of myself I'm splashing - making a mess of my health When I go out of my head the lights go on in the sky I just want to crawl in bed I couldn't get up if12.23.95 lyricseing. Toxic waste. Debris. On land, in the air and at sea. You can't shut it out. With every breath reality. This is the key. Objection of history. Now all that remains... The judgement of posterity. Toxic waste. Debris. On land, in the air and at sea. You can't shut it out. With every breath reality. This is the key. Objection of history. Now all that remains... The Judgement Of Posterity. Ten million barrels at sea. Atmospheric temperature increases. Fourhundredthousand acres a day. Post-generation to pay. Toxic waste. Debris. On land, in the air and at sea. You can't shut it out. With every breath reality. This is the key. Objection of history. Now all that remains... The Judgement Of Posterity. Toxic waste. Debris. On land, in the air and at sea. You can't shut it out. With every breath reality. This is the key. Objection of history. Now all that remains... The Judgement Of Posterity.
Didn't mean to leave you hanging on, all alone. Merry Christmas baby.