| Lyrics: | Survivors of a wasted land,
fed with an unknown brand.
You watch the forests fall -
the
stars collide,
and you soylent green tonight.
Your dreams are fake and
you're always
waiting,
just to get your soylent green tonight.
Oh, we're the bondage people,
Oh, we're
the bondage people tonight.
You slows lose your understanding,
no one knows what happens
when.
You die tonight.
Your body's changing,
nothing's wasted and you're slashed and
hacked to,
soylent green tonight.
(M:Maile Meyn, T:Meyn) |
