اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
We emerge from the dust still breathing,
If only to see the dead left behind.
Our world bears the scars of decimation,
Left with black plains of desolation.
A logical step for evolution,
Technology dictates execution.
Suvivors begin pointing the finger,
The remnants of humanity laid to waste.
The cancer you see is humanity, a race consumed by hate.
With heads up their ass they rain down their fire,
Only to conceive their primal desire.
Desire to hate..
