Текст песни Wastelands

We find ourselves in a desert surrounded by vultures for company.
The bones of our closets friends become trophies of our existence.
A seed is planted, it grows like a stain.
Cut down the tree but the roots still remain.
It's not in our blood, this is our veins.
Penetrate the body, incubate the mind.
Infect and consume and repeat.Caverns - Wastelands - http://ru.motolyrics.com/caverns/wastelands-lyrics.html
Parasite find me a victim, to pass on this blessing.
This host has grown weak systems fail.
And involuntary cycle, a product of birth,
Misconceptions of guilt and greed.
Unwillingly contributing to a self destructive society.
As far as I can see, the only cure, for this atrocity,
Is for everyone to just stop breathing.