No more mister nice guy

Once we were the future, wild dreams and vague ideals

The now is calling for survival

Mighty nightmares and hated story telling

Our generation is contaminated

It leaks wound fluid

Naked in the face of the red death

Nothing that will look the same, you little human

You are nothing more than dust in the eye of the cosmos


◄ No life on Earth

No chance ►


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