Обновления статусов

The ancient world is crumbling, replaced with synthetic land/ If we don't do something soon, mankind's last beauty will end. This palace was stood the test of time, this moss conducts all this/ But stand by for the dynamite, for the shopping malls we make way.

We once knew how to sculpt/ Aesthetic society. Now we dream of the end of days/ And the sprawl of big city. Even if you could stop this plague of man, dive back to the time of space/ We'd rush forth from this filthy life, Horrific Deconstructive Race.