Degeneration - End of Green

Killing floors across the fields

New age, drowning century

Brothers, sisters, lovers, whores

Bleeding faces on the dancefloors

Willing zombies walk the streets

Golden age, dead century

Brothers, sisters, lovers, whores

Casualties of long and lost wars

Dead.

dead.

dead

We’re a degeneration

Get it on

The same old song

Everyday it will be the same

Listen to the song that still remains

Under violent clouds we break

No time for healing again and again

I don’t need your century

Brothers, sisters, lovers, whores

I leave