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Winds Of Plague The Day After

Today I wake to a silent world. To an empty sky Ill we?ve learned is how to die the next world war will be fought with stones and you will be striped

Life grinds on day after day in the city streets and motorways The tension spreads just like a plague killing reason on the way Like wildfire it spreads

Life grinds on day after day. In the city streets and motorways. The tension spreads just like a plague, Killing reason on the way. Like wildfire it spreads

, clean his wings right after a plague, like descendin' of a dark cloud, dim the sunlight to end the day, to kill the sunlight to end the day, yes, it

Life grinds on day after day. In the city streets and motorways. The tension spreads just like a plague, Killing reason on the way. Like wildfire it spreads

i inflict your way maybe one day you'll stop and realize the throne that you serve is dead give me a plague give me a plague make it blank nothing you

, clean his wings right after a plague, like descendin' of a dark cloud, dim the sunlight to end the day, to kill the sunlight to end the day, yes, it

i inflict your way maybe one day you'll stop and realize the throne that you serve is dead give me a plague give me a plague make it blank nothing you

, quieten down. Yo Siah, kick that story, man. You know which one, man...) Uh, oh...oh, no doubt, man. [Verse] [Siah] Well, it was another (hot) day