Arcana Obscura Contaminate
birds fall down to die
million people cry
landscapes change their face
we're running out of place
victims of human race
and no confessions out of here
contaminated contaminated
we are all corroded by disease
poison is in my vein
burns me like a flame
death is grabbing me
but nothing is now to stop
no pain is yet to ease
and no confessions out of here
contaminated contaminated
we are all corroded by disease
and no confessions out of here
my pain is now to ease
contaminated
we are all corroded by disease
