The sky's swirling black
And choking fog blots out the sun
The last echo is silenced
New dark age has begunThe count-down was final
Red button ran out of control
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Paradise won't take your soulA living hell
For the stumbling few
Paying the price
For the likes of youThe once green earth
Is scattered with horror and gray
No winners, just losers
Who die with a few month's delayThe count-down was final
Red button ran out of control
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Paradise won't take your soulA living hell
For the stumbling few
Paying the price
For the likes of youMan's not immortal
Despite killers bunkered so deep
A voice in the darkness
Warned against blind folded leapA living hell
For the stumbling few
Paying the price
For the likes of you.
Songwriters
JENS BECKERPublished by
Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY