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There's a stubble field On which a black rain falls There is a tree which, brown, stands lonely here There's a hissing wind Which haunts deserted huts
Where does it come from And how was it made? Who died in the process And who got paid a starvation wage? Shopcops protect A terrifying place Willing
Sitting out the goosestep Of the long march of the Yes-men As their gold card wielding wives Are consumed by bitterness It takes a lifetime to conceive
There are moments in life When man with his louse-ridden hair Casts wild staring looks At the green membranes of space: for he believes, he hears, somewhere
True sorrow doesn't flirt with hope No matter how great it may be: hope rises twice as high But spare me these seekers! Leave me in peace Down with them
At this time of the year The skies are mostly grey and overcast A steady wind blows relentlessly and time is passing by so fast Let the rain purge the
[Instrumental with a quote from the movie the life of David gale playing] What it means to be fully human is to strive to live by ideas and ideals And
What have you done with me? You ruined everything and you don't even see I still can't believe this is real My mind plays tricks on me Please wake me
us all Surrender breeds no remorse We suffered through the ordeal They came to get me in my dreams To take me down to the ocean Only in death shall we
I CAN'T TELL YOU HOW I FEEL CAN'T SHOW YOU WHAT YOU MUST NOT SEE IT'S DEEP INSIDE AND IT'S KILLING ME I CAN'T FACE REALITY IT'S ALL OUT OF REACH FOR
A City of the blind Their vile inhabitants Abashed by their own lives' Insignificance The silent void of cogitations Absence of signification Committed
Free man, you shall forever cherish the ocean! The sea is your mirror; you contemplate your soul In its eternal waves that chafe and roll Your mind's
