Versuri The Acacia Strain - The Combine
I thought I was dead. Nothing moves in the land of death. Nothing moves in the land of decay. This is something I have always wished for. Complete extermination. A bruised and beaten mongrel gasping for her dying breath. Ultimate extinction. No remorse for anything. No salvation for anyone. You want a war? Survival of the fittest was a bullshit lie. The stench of rot owns the earth. You want a war? I'll give you a f*****g war. You wanted a war, so I gave you a f*****g war. I thought I was dead. I'm the only on left...