Perception feat Sterling - Fight Slow - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The idea is born. the future is born, and your present will expire. Bursting through the clouds of sin and tears, the idea takes fight. Carried forth on the wings of an angel, the wings of a boy. Carried forth on the wings of demon that you've created. The voice. War born from the pits of suffering, the pits of hell. Government of Detroit, hear the truth. Government of Detroit, hear the warning, hear the call of your doom.