The gentle spring breeze cuddles and caresses your skin
Sun bathes its light in the sea
And beyond the clouds lies the god's grin
To not be buried in all these pleasures
Is a sin
As the demons are born from metal pipes
The trees dance with the wind until their necks break
Sun bathes its light in the dirt
And beyond smoke and gas lies god's wake
Let us bury ourselves in all this pleasure
For our sake
As the demons are born from artificial volcanoes
Warm and filled with fiery toxins
Earth has evolved into a stranger form
And we were but an echo
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 1:12 PM UTC
The gentle spring breeze cuddles and caresses your skin
Sun bathes its light in the sea
And beyond the clouds lies the god's grin
To not be buried in all these pleasures
Is a sin
As the demons are born from metal pipes
The trees dance with the wind until their necks break
Sun bathes its light in the dirt
And beyond smoke and gas lies god's wake
Let us bury ourselves in all this pleasure
For our sake
As the demons are born from artificial volcanoes
Warm and filled with fiery toxins
Earth has evolved into a stranger form
And we were but an echo
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