Letra de Solution

Population is a boggle, your organisms spread Falling to conclusions that we're already dead Wasteland for a nation, majority in fear Message to incompetence, we don't need you here Your mind your own conclusion Their viruses infect. War machine immortal, the cause to the effect. We are bound to be elite Conjured by the coldest witch Spitting at the master's feet. Sew transmission's final stitch. Seduction of a nation, destruction family, Crush the violence, crush the silence Head back to the sea.