Tekster: Sepultura. Dead Embryonic Cells. Dead Embryonic Cells.

Land of anger, I didn't ask to be born
Sadness, sorrow everything so alone
Laboratory sickness infects humanity
No hope for cure, die by technology

A world full of shit coming down
Tribal violence everywhere
Live in the age of terrorism
We spit in your other face

War of races, world without intelligence
A place consumed by time end of it all
We're born with pain
No more we're dead embryonic cells

Corrosion inside we feel
Condemned future we see
Emptiness calls we hear
Final premonition the truth

Land of anger, I didn't ask to be born
Sadness, sorrow everything so alone
Laboratory sickness infects humanity
No hope for cure, die by technology

We're born with pain
Suffer remains
We're born with pain
Suffer remains
We're dead