New Dead Project - Run To The Hiills


Black leaves on the ground, like oilprints on the sea.
Ravaging poison ghosts broke the harmony
Man-made veil of chemicals is covering the sky
"The one with a heart is the one with empathy" - It's a lie.

Do you speak the language of existence?
Or are you the one without remembrance?
Do you speak the language older than words?
Or you're the one never looking forward?

Blackened trees loom dying,
Searing under the killing sun,
Like stiff bodies on deathbeds.
All creatures are trying (trying to escape)
To the end of the world they run, run to the hills

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