Sepultura

Land of anger
I didn't ask to be born
Sadness, sorrow
Everything so alone
Laboratory sickness
Infects humanity
No hope for cure
Die by technology
A world full of shit coming down
Tribal voilence everywhere
Life in the age of terrorism
We spit in your other face
War of races
World without intelligence
A place consumed by time
End of it all
We're born With pain
No more We're dead
Embryonic cells