B.A.C.K. (исполнитель: Artillery)
Think about what you would do, if all predictions [bad word] [bad word] If we were meant to be erased, to disappear without a trace Nature tells us everywhere, soon [bad word] out of air The resources [bad word] dry, we don’t even [bad word] try Can’t you see [bad word] loose, when all we have to do is choose Let’s not make our children pay, millions die everyday Poisoned by the food they eat, can’t even get a chunk of meat The water in the well ran dry, so all that we can do is die Blowing up the world Anarchy unfurled Chaos, mayhem, greed Killing our own breed Brought to sudden death As the Prophet [bad word] from behind Killing our own kind We toy with toxic pollution, we play with nuclear fusion Take a look around, it’s everywhere you see We breathe it, we taste it, we’re getting slowly wasted There must be something somebody can do It vital, it’s [bad word] it’s [bad word] fatal We heave to stop or we will erase ourselves The men with the power, sitting in their towers We have to stop them, on no-one will survive We have to realized our fate, we have to move, it’s not too late It takes the help of everyone, there is much working to be done The human race must change its course, must saddle up another horse If we don’t do, the human race will disappear without a trace Blowing up the world Anarchy unfurled Chaos, mayhem, greed Killing our own breed Brought to sudden death As the Prophet [bad word] from behind Killing our own kind Blowing up the world Anarchy unfurled Chaos, mayhem, greed Killing our own breed Brought to sudden death As the Prophet [bad word] from behind Killing our own kind