Rotten کے بول

Times are changing Actions and consequences White becomes black And home becomes a grave Will it feel like home tomorrow? Times are changing, home becomes a grave It is our home, it is a planet It will be our common grave We call this our home We call this our planet For every fault there is a price You have to pay You have to pay the price High or low, the sum is what counts. High or low It is our home, it is a planet It will be our common grave For every fault there is a price to pay A price to pay No way out, no hideaway, no light ‘Cause light turns into darkness Will it feel like home tomorrow? Will we lose our home? The planet becomes a wasteland A species lost in the universe Life turns to death Mankind is nothing Mankind is rotten