Tekst:
Enemy Logic Fall Of The Sun

in the water, unknown victim. Another day, once more chance. Make a change, seize this time. On your grave from this life. Fall of the sun. On your knees

up by the Bai Me nine strikes Keep a Tec, all up inside ya R.E.C. Room Ya crabs, won't fall from the Sun of Neptune I don't fuck wit dead birds, be the

by the Bai Me nine strikes Keep a Tec, all up inside ya R.E.C. Room Ya crabs, won't fall from the Sun of Neptune I don't fuck wit dead birds, be the true