Sweet Suburban Sky Testo

When you'll be willing to sell, your body for one precious taste, then all is left to waste

Sweet suburban sky........

Doctor feels the pain, that caused the sickening rain,
But you continue to compromise, there won't be no alibis,
When there's no water to wash the burning sun from your eyes,
Sweet suburban sky......

So when you finally taste, all of the waste,
Sign of the time, you won't even call it a crime
The water's coming round again, maybe you'll be gone by then
But they won't thank our generation
For the ignorant inclination, cause when there's nowhere
left to hide, maybe then they'll call it genocide..