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Children of the Nuclear Age Version 2
CHILDREN of the NUCLEAR AGE (version 2) words by David A.P. (verse 1) Three angels were floating in the sky, screaming with their wings that bled fire. When are they going to die, which of them is their crucifier? Demons with frozen eyes, started to cry, as they sank into the mire. Can they tell the truth from a lie, what is it in them that they desire? (chorus) The children of the nuclear age, live in a land of debauchery. They march to their tombs in rage, to worship their warmonger deity. (verse 2) When they lost their control, they didn’t mean to kill. Although they enjoyed the thrill, did they have mercy on their souls? The mother earth swallowed their dead, and she screamed in their heads. Father time was laying on his deathbed, and they drowned in a pool of red. (chorus) The children of the nuclear age, lived in a land of debauchery. They marched to their tombs in rage, to worship their warmonger deity. copyright 6-24-1995 David A.P.
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