Teksty: At The Gates. Nausea.
Release me from your world of lies
I cannot bear this pain
Degenerate machinery
The monster we create
Nausea, oh sweet nausea
Genetic bar code hell
Mental genocide
Repulsive human shells
Choke on the fruits of out life
Cold stare, starving eyes
Blinded, tired lives
Release me from this pain
Unknown to man
I cannot bear this pain
Degenerate machinery
The monster we create
Nausea, oh sweet nausea
Genetic bar code hell
Mental genocide
Repulsive human shells
Choke on the fruits of out life
Cold stare, starving eyes
Blinded, tired lives
Release me from this pain
Unknown to man
At The Gates
At The Gates
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