Sepultura Dead Embryonic Cells
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 Corrision inside -- we feel Condemned future -- we see Emptiness calls -- we hear Final premonition -- the truth 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 We're born With pain Suffer Remains We're born With pain Suffer Remains We're dead
