Flipside Apocalypse
Some wise men knew it from the start
Provoke their nature to compete
Emotions running out of bleach
But yet the tribe is safe and sound
The distance is becoming so profound
While abstinence is what they teach
They fold their hands, starting to frown
So afraid of what's about to come
Provoke their nature to compete
Emotions running out of bleach
But yet the tribe is safe and sound
The distance is becoming so profound
While abstinence is what they teach
They fold their hands, starting to frown
So afraid of what's about to come
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Writer(s): Christian Peters
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