Testo Dead Sky - XP8

Dead Sky

A mindless panic run
your lungs, feel them burn
no place is safe to hide
above the ever still dead sky.
A mindless panic run
your lungs, feel them burn
no place is safe to hide
the only watcher the dead sky
Holed up in concrete traps
we’re blind, we’re deaf and cracked
no place is safe to hide
above the ever still dead sky.
Hardwired, no will, no choice
no escaping from this life
fighting this fucked up time-line
our mirror: the dead sky.