Gadget!

A new kind of war No need to dig those trenches Massive decease! A new kind of war You might just be infected Who do you trust? We are the plague!! Nature is striking back With one brute attack Massive decease Society collapse We turn against each-ot

9. God Of Led God of bugs - Lord of slugs Fields of grief and lost beliefs God of flies - Lord of lies Grave-live trench with a rotten stench Self-named messiah with greed in his mind On his conscience: extinction of mankind Devastation, desolation D

Can't you see the end is near Isn't this what we all feared A new dawn will rise with blood and despair This is the final war Is it the final call? So let the mayhem begin A war no one can win Look ahead there closing in There's no room for despair T

Pick up pieces, made by man Glimpse from the past, you'll have the truth at hand Swallow teeth, choke on blood Choice is made with knife in hand Sick, tired, fed up with lies Deceived by life, you close your eyes Pick up pieces, made by man Glimpse f

Visions of war Illusions of peace There is no hope Humanity is doomed Visions of war blinds my eyes Deranged illusions of peace Visions of war fucks up my mind This might be the end of our time Doomed to burn Doomed to die 专辑:The Funeral March 歌手:Gad

God of bugs - Lord of slugs Fields of grief and lost beliefs God of flies - Lord of lies Grave-live trench with a rotten stench Self-named messiah with greed in his mind On his conscience: extinction of mankind Devastation, desolation Determination o

No need to hesitate No one's here to save you from the end Just ignore the facts The piles of shit - all that remains Walk into the light Save yourself since no one ever did Death - coming due To fix your wounds and comfort you The final decision To

One lie to soften the fall It shows you never cared at all The burn it still flickers inside The fire that will never die My soul needs to breath My heart needs to scream A shivering cry I'm empty inside I'll let it go for now The vengeful curse of k

Another year Does my heart desire? I'm out of place I live in fear Will you wait for me? I'm out of pace... Run! Hide! Time is up... Run! Hide! Death is near... All this regret My worst fear; erosion To become less I feel apart This motion, this vent

All I need All I feel All I am All that's real Is nothing Feed on lies 专辑:The Funeral March 歌手:Gadget 歌曲:Feed on Lies