Song | Parasites |
Artist | Solar Fake |
Album | Frontiers |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Parasites | |
No faith, no calm, no chase, no fission bomb | |
No breath, no taste, no meds, no human waste | |
No time to die, no sign to tag the lie | |
No breaks, no bounds, no space to run aground | |
We’re not blind | |
No aim, no fear, no need to interfere | |
No sex, no drugs, no clue how to fix the bugs | |
The faults are repeating, we crossed the line | |
Are we just competing against the humankind | |
The thoughts we’re defeating are redefined | |
And if we’re deleted by parasites, well, we don’t give a **** | |
No tasks, no blame, no charge, no hall of fame | |
No hell, no bucks, no bed, no sleep, it sucks | |
No sense, no life, no omen we could survive | |
No blood, no grief, no cure for the strong belief |
Parasites | |
No faith, no calm, no chase, no fission bomb | |
No breath, no taste, no meds, no human waste | |
No time to die, no sign to tag the lie | |
No breaks, no bounds, no space to run aground | |
We' re not blind | |
No aim, no fear, no need to interfere | |
No sex, no drugs, no clue how to fix the bugs | |
The faults are repeating, we crossed the line | |
Are we just competing against the humankind | |
The thoughts we' re defeating are redefined | |
And if we' re deleted by parasites, well, we don' t give a | |
No tasks, no blame, no charge, no hall of fame | |
No hell, no bucks, no bed, no sleep, it sucks | |
No sense, no life, no omen we could survive | |
No blood, no grief, no cure for the strong belief |
Parasites | |
No faith, no calm, no chase, no fission bomb | |
No breath, no taste, no meds, no human waste | |
No time to die, no sign to tag the lie | |
No breaks, no bounds, no space to run aground | |
We' re not blind | |
No aim, no fear, no need to interfere | |
No sex, no drugs, no clue how to fix the bugs | |
The faults are repeating, we crossed the line | |
Are we just competing against the humankind | |
The thoughts we' re defeating are redefined | |
And if we' re deleted by parasites, well, we don' t give a | |
No tasks, no blame, no charge, no hall of fame | |
No hell, no bucks, no bed, no sleep, it sucks | |
No sense, no life, no omen we could survive | |
No blood, no grief, no cure for the strong belief |