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It’s a kind of poison injected in our brain
What else to die?
What else to lie,
What else to dry our future lives?
(We’re) rotting, pissing, suffering in misery
And no one to raise the fist, the voice so seriously!
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When would you walk(ing) away?
Instead of whining, complaining like a larva
Persecuted and you stay
You're the dog waiting for...for...his master
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Rancid smell settles on... It settles on my fucking clothes
When I wander in the dark streets of my neighborhood
People cry and People moan
And People learn and People scold
When you sniff your snot
The air is is so impure that I can’t breath
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When would you walk(ing) away?
Instead of whining, complaining like a larva
Persecuted and you stay
You're the dog waiting for...for...his master
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