2038 letra

Situation, running out of supplies
Cold weather, airless, grey skies
Nature's army has the power today
Politicians are running away

It's time we suffer our sins

Food in the form of dust
The sun is exploding
No one to trust
Nature's revenge has begun
All the earthlings have nowhere to run

In the end we all seem the same
It's time we suffer our sins

Ampop - Letras

• 2038
• 3 Hours Of Daylight
• A Sad Seventeen
• Clown
• Cold Fact
• Comparison
• Distance
• Eternal Bliss
• Fairy Tale
• Gets Me Down
• Home Sweet Home
• Love Song
• Made For Market
• My Delusions
• My Desilusions
• Nature Is Not a Virgin
• Ordinary World
• Precious
• Psychic
• Rodent
• S.A.D.
• Sad Worms In The Soil
• Secrets
• Sociopath
• Weather Report
• Youth