Vermin of the Putrifying States Lyrics


Bombs are flying

People are dying

Children are crying

Politician lying

On a scene world this is game without rules

The cemeteries fences a crosses grow to

Vermin of the putrifying states!!!

For whom you?!

Apocalypse tomorrow morning …

Irreplaceable people are not present!

Slaves and slaves of war.

The new group will arrive soon

Opinions are honed like thin knives.

While we're speaking!

bombs are nearing...

While were breathing!

bombs are cleaving...

Orderly squads

of soldiers pass

crowds in business casual

to invade overseas for oil.

Orderly squads

of soldiers pass

crowds in business casual

to invade overseas for oil.