Paroles de Atmosfear

Winds of a souless society Claim the extintion of mankind Pride for artificial modernity Drown instincts in tecnology Our future is dead Glad to be praised in the shadows Of your little game Where your careless acts Are someone else's pain This is your game Cynical architet of destruction To whow suffering is an artform To present to his righteous crowd Your righteous crowd Buried in a tomb of vanity You believe you deserve A better place than those Whose lives you're exploited Those you have exploited Modern life Chain of lies Together die As cowards Modern life Chain of lies Together die As cowards Winds of a souless society Claim the extintion of mankind Pride for artificial modernity Drown instincts in tecnology Our future is dead Modern life Chain of lies Together die As cowards Modern life Chain of lies Together die As cowards