Breathing the scent of a past better air
(We´re sowing the seeds)
Die by the edge of the tongue oy your partners
(To harvest the grief)
(We´re sowing the seeds)
Die by the edge of the tongue oy your partners
(To harvest the grief)
Encourage the beast.
Welcome to the old new millenium...
Spirit paranoir,
Dawn of a new world size fear.
A heart attack, a lack of hope,
A reign of tears.
Holding the detonator with a weak hand
(we´re making a bet).
Choose any card, will be hard when we see it.
(Death in disguise)
Welcome to the old millenium,
Take part of the new world hysteria.
Old new millenium.
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