Blood of drink and lungs of fumes
What else is there,
for our impending doom?
Tomorrow costs our lives,
What future we had were lies.
What can we do for tomorrow’s end,
but stand here protesting our lament?
Blood of drink and lungs of fumes
What else is there,
for our impending doom?
Tomorrow costs our lives,
What future we had were lies.
What can we do for tomorrow’s end,
but stand here protesting our lament?