| It's the end of the world end dies
middle garbage so I doubt he recovers
and this one in our hands the future of the planet
pollution, alteration of time and no way
to prevent wars, fights for nothing
only if the thing is so humanity is finished
terminal crisis is the end, the apolipsis
the end, and nobody can change what is written here
from my desk communicate the prediction of the Maya
God's creation was just one more fayo
create destruction at every turn
hatred, greed, envy are single 3 thousand cases
failure in each diary
few things left to do and can never tell Caunt
our selfishness is transformed into pollution
we are closer to the final after each fire, flood
not to generate more energy
Mother Nature is tired and the sun will not reach day
the poles are melting by global warming
because of the atmosphere, no, the culprit is a deadly gas
for Hozone layer, we demons
everything is for oil by monopoleo
and humans esque me sick and I include myself eyo
too want to play God and not
is that the future holds but only chaos auguro
animals abandon yourself, bodies are maltrataos
the top of the border
you decide right or wrong, just cross the road.
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land sea winds we move spits lava
rain falls on a pages to be deleted
a story that is real and it is based
only is the world warned that it's over.
nose across what is, perhaps the same
The self-destructs Tiera each seismo
a spirit of suicide just cn if
no happy ending when you made over it a Tsunami
huracan.de magntud one, welcome to reality
so raw, if anyone is up no mercy
tansolo our body is a pawn ahead in this chess game
a struggle between heaven and hell available through the Internet
World's End is coming
go down in history as a legend told
and so we will be immortal passes siemrpe
business world and the sun and we are the customers
no solution has it all goes esxtingir
and it's true that it is easier than to die here
is that the sea we did with Atlantis sink cmo
decrease the amount anyone and nothing was left
the world will be like in Midgar
no one will have your sweet home or if perhaps but you will pay
something that few can smell the fear in the city
that the government end escoda not mean he will not have to spend
and soon will be sooner than you think
so that when you open your eyes you'll realize what's coming
tilt and the roads are hard to climb
truth hurts so much that many will want to commit suicide
and I tremble every time I think this
Eventually we will make a final consumes and slower with more suffering
the sky is open, stay tuned
The final trial will begin on the trumpets, the first thunder
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land sea winds we move spits lava
rain falls on a pages to be deleted
a story that is real and it is based
only is the world warned that it's over
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