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• Artiste: Appalachian Terror Unit
• Titre: Black Sands
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In a world of self indulgence where we each played our hand now the disease spreads form the seas and washes back to the sands But its just the tip of a melting iceberg a foreclosure of our doom yet humanity continues to dance and refuses to change the tune On polluted shores The people cry in vain In the toxic waters Wildlife dies in pain First they pollute the water then they set the oceans ablaze giving those that call it home a choice to suffocate in the plumes or die in the flames yet the madmen that created this cycle continue to prosper and are allowed to be free why the rest of us are subject to media blackouts never knowing the true scope of the poisons at sea Never to be the same are the oceans we loved A vast toxic dump where the fish swim in sludge As disasters continue there will be no place to hide We might as well fill up our glasses and drink of the tide The longer that I live the more I'm sickened by what I see we live in a world that's paralyzed in the clutches of industry Politicians have their heads up their asses always searching for quick solutions because not one of them have the balls to actually stand against pollution Come gather round on the oily black sands bow down on you knees to embrace deaths cold hand and be you reminded as the dead wash on the beach this is the true face of oil and the company that it keeps