Go it's my choice
Wisdom of voice
A blanket of seeds
An hour of wind
Sits in silence
The war postponed
Pesticides who kills
Knows the will of confusion
Shadows melt in the high temples
As those who fed by the luck of travelers
Knowing the halfway point
To the new millennium
It's final decision
It's halfway there to the final millennium
Writer(s): Robert E. Jr. Pollard
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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