Earth is turning into a time bomb
There ain't no place to run
From the black clouds
In front of the sun
There ain't no place to run
From the black clouds
In front of the sun
Cross lines jam the telephones
No comfort in your own home
Television
Poisoning minds
I don't care about the new age
It's like we're turning back a page
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Echoboy - Volume 1
Echoboy - Volume 2