Letra de Zero Probability

A step needed to be taken [x2] In order to operate the engine of natural selection Matters of choose or be chosen [x2] Issues of survival at play Asure inheritance by transmiting genetical code From generation to generation I foresee our demise I foresee us choosing ourselves Eliminating ourselves All of us vanished It seems a game of the last one standing The so called dominant species Is starting to mutate Unconciebable alterations never expected Not since we claimed to be perfect Hostile landscape I foresee no future I foresee no one I can't see our own No chance to see a new day Weaker day by day Dying since our birth