Текст песни Wave Quake Generator Plasma Artillery Cannon (Wormhole) с переводом

Civilization type

Mercenary

A sharp pressure in my mouth

Wave quake generator

Plasma artillery

Perpetual state of suffering

Longing for return

But I stand in the middle of the forgotten

The taste of aluminum

Lingers in my mouth

I cannot breathe

I struggle to be

I feel the tip of the needle

As it runs down my tongue

It grazes the side

A pinch

Prior to injection

But there is nothing left of me

Their world will always be pretentious

And I’ve still yet to see

If there anything left for us

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