Virus Testo
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Testo Virus
Yesterday, my ancestors lived on a land fresh and clean
But now it's all pollution, putrescence and disease
We stabbed our world, betrayed other species,
The fear for survival transcended our real needs
Like insects in a giant corn field,
We're exploiting all that could feed our greed
Like a kind of plague, more like a Virus,
We spread from place to place,
'Till there's nothing left for us
Respect is a word we forgot a long time ago
Yet we're nostalgic about things that no more grow
Because of mankind and its infinite hunger
For expansion and domination over nature
Like insects in a giant corn field,
We're exploiting all that could feed our greed
Like a kind of plague, more like a Virus,
We spread from place to place,
'Till there's nothing left for us
And we'll never stop!
But now it's all pollution, putrescence and disease
We stabbed our world, betrayed other species,
The fear for survival transcended our real needs
Like insects in a giant corn field,
We're exploiting all that could feed our greed
Like a kind of plague, more like a Virus,
We spread from place to place,
'Till there's nothing left for us
Respect is a word we forgot a long time ago
Yet we're nostalgic about things that no more grow
Because of mankind and its infinite hunger
For expansion and domination over nature
Like insects in a giant corn field,
We're exploiting all that could feed our greed
Like a kind of plague, more like a Virus,
We spread from place to place,
'Till there's nothing left for us
And we'll never stop!
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