Wheather manipulation is now real
A storm will come at any moment
This war machine creates a hurricane
So, in the end, what will remain?
A storm will come at any moment
This war machine creates a hurricane
So, in the end, what will remain?
The sea encroaching on the land
A brutal storm will come
The earth is aching everywhere
Vulcanos will explode
What they are hiding in the north of world?
Away from anything that threatens them
So, they are playing with the mother earth
Maybe the end of world is near
Skies are falling down across the land
All the pain is washed away in vain
No one cares, no one knows
We will always be the lonely ones
It’s like a nuclear bomb across the skies
Bringing destruction shrouded in silence
Nations will be destroyed at anytime
So, in the end, what will remain?
The sea encroaching on the land
A brutal storm will come
The earth is aching everywhere
Vulcanos will explode
Skies are falling down across the land
All the pain is washed away in vain
No one cares, no one knows
We will always be the lonely ones
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