Obsolete
This could be the end
There is nothing left
Drown all hope to mend human intellect
Believe nothing will come from you
Believe the good of man is through
This era will fade
We become the voice with nothing to say
And we had no choice
This could be the end
There is nothing left
Drown all hope to mend human intellect
Believe nothing will come from you
Believe the good of man is through
This era will fade
We become the voice with nothing to say
And we had no choice
2008 • Cult Classic
2008 • Cult Classic
2008 • Cult Classic
2008 • Cult Classic
2008 • Cult Classic
2008 • Cult Classic
2008 • Cult Classic
2008 • Cult Classic
2008 • Cult Classic
2008 • Cult Classic
2008 • Cult Classic
2008 • Cult Classic