Conversion, software version 7.0, Looking at life through the eyes of a tire hub, Eating seeds is a past-time activity, The toxicity of our city, of our city, No, why do you own the world? How do you own disorder, disorder, Now, somewhere between the sacred silence, Sacred silence and sleep, Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep, Disorder, disorder, disorder. More wood for their fires, loud neighbors, Flashlight reveries caught in the headlights of a truck, Eating seeds is a past-time activity, The toxicity of our city, of our city,
Es el final de los finales el mundo se muere con tanta basura en medio dudo que se recupere y esta solo en nuestras manos el futuro del planeta contaminación, alteración del tiempo y no hay manera de evitar la guerra, peleas por nada solo se que si sigue así la cosa la humanidad esta acabada
