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| Drowning the Whispers drowning out the sounds of reality making the world a ball of lies a home for our purest insanity we create death to fight our hatred our jelousy of your life and the bullshit we've been fed we told you this day would come the end of the world on a sunday in the end we all get ours and it does not matter how much you pray trying to control our outer space hiding behind military masks without control of inner space we lose it all because of foolish tasks digging to the depths and flying to the stars the rich go to jail for murder we lay on the battlefield marching no further I stand alone in the battle no gun in hand ready to die understanding the real reason looking back into your eye I wait for the end with open arms I wait for you in the end I wait for the bullets to pierce my skin I wait for my ultimate peace my friend |
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| wow thats really good, i like it |
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| i can see that being a song very nice |
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