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￭ in return for your navy blue shirt
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2009-10-02 | |
Iâ€™m walking in a city, where noone is alive,
lookinâ€™ at these faces, got shivers down my spine â€“
Hey, whatâ€™s happened here and when exactly did you die?
Everybodyâ€™s gotta chance, but you ainâ€™t even trying.
You are being fooled and you behave alike â€“
this vicious circle leaves you without life.
I feel alone and cold, one big desire in my mind â€“
to be away from here, for many-many miles.
Somethingâ€™s very wrong and isnâ€™t going right,
â€˜cause not a soul appears to notice, that things ainâ€™t really fine.
I feel sorry, yes, for you, but admit with sigh â€“
thereâ€™s noone else to blame but you, and thatâ€™s why I ainâ€™t crying.
Women donâ€™t act like women, men like men, I can live with that, thatâ€™s fine,
but you also quit being humans, tell me god, oh why?
You are mirrors, not reflecting Light,
sons of Dracula, who will against it fight.
When someone makes my day by being emotional and bright,
it comes out, heâ€™s not from here, just an alien, passer-by.
Thatâ€™s why I welcome union of whatever kind,
maybe itâ€™s not too late to save these people and theyâ€™ll get back their minds.
â€˜Cause when saving comes, it must be from outside,
killing everyone around, zombies marching side by side.
Somethingâ€™s rotten not in Denmark, just as Hamlet wines â€“
You come here, enjoy this vision of a land so full of pride,
that anything what others do, or are, or like, will be denied.
Noone is a friend for them, theyâ€™ve got suspection in their eyes.
Even if it means a rape, unite them, God, unite,
they just pretend to know whatâ€™s good for them, itâ€™s just a one big lie.
Sincerely hope their children will succeed to make it right,
new race is born to end this long, distressful night .
But I have got to go, must run away in time,
before their vaccuum breath has got me, and Iâ€™m past my prime.
Iâ€™m leaving on a ship thatâ€™s full of Hope, hilarious and white,
I am not looking back - thereâ€™s nothing about you I ever liked!
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