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Tytuł: On the burial ground

  • Wykonawca: Incubus
  • Wy¶wietleń: 344

  
   Die by violence in this world
  Is nothing strange for us
  With all those chemicals, wars and destructions
  We do not know mother nature has in store for us
  The race for economy makes people forget
  The lives around this planet
  As men become more egoist
  Pretty soon
  there will be nothing in this world
  For men to spare
  
  [Pre-chorus:]
  Stupidity, causing pain
  And sickness
  To our world
  Suffer
  
  [Chorus:]
  On the burial ground
  Is what this planet is all about
  It's where we are right now
  We might not have any future to be found
  On this burial ground
  We have nowhere to hide
  Death is laughing at our cries
  
  And now we are feeling the effects
  That the forces of nature has brought
  The droughts, Earthquakes, volcanic eruptions
  It's gettin worse than even before
  We can see the revenge of this planet upon us
  As we keep hurting the sea
  The soil and the air
  Sometimes some catastrophic accidents happen
  Causting death rate and we wounder from where
  People are dying in civilization of different lands
  Because of the drought
  Occurences of flooding everywhere
  Killing innocent people and leaving others in despair
  Abomination because people fear that all these events
  Happen without any warning killing unexpectedly
  Men subjugate the forces of nature
  But we don't know that it's destroying us slowly
  
  The animals are becoming extinct
  Seas and rivers polluted by toxic waste
  Combustible smoke
  Factories are creating acid rains
  That is burning our skins
  Damaging plantations
  And soon it will bring us to death
  Air pollution is disintegrating our atmosphere
  Allowing the ultra-violet rays to burn the earth
  And to provoke us fear
  
  [Repeat chorus]
  [Lead]
  
  Soon some of the lives on this planet
  Won't exist anymore
  Because we won't be able to recreate
  Some of the beauty thta we had before
  Nobody seems to care
  About the future of our children's civilizations
  We better act now
  So they won't have a life of torment and frustration
  
  [Repeat pre-chorus, chorus]
  
  Cursed by men this world has become
  We are building our own tombs
  By eliminating our source of life
  When blindly we continue the destructions
  There's no future
  Day by day we are reaching the end of our lives