Letra de Close

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)