Air Traffic - An End to All Our Problems | Текст песни

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• Air Traffic
• An End to All Our Problems

Follow me Out beyond the furthest galaxy
In the world Just Slipping from the grip of seventeen
Sick with greed and engulfed by an obsessive running
They made a choice to sterilize the universe

Focusing intelligence incomprehensible
I’m Drivin’ off black fever becoming moinsationable
Lets pull a trigger x2
Go on
And put an end, end to all our problems