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see the anger in my hands see me throw it far away things will be changed the work has just begun see the people in this world see the destruct and disease

Imagine a child Living in a dark place Being accused of being a failure Nothing is right Everything is wrong Nothing is right Everything is wrong Imagine

Working on a machine in this building Do you know what I mean The walls are grey so are the thoughts They all obey Living in this state Is like hell

We're standing on a hill You and me Touched by god Love is our armory Love is our armory You hold my hand Lights from above Flowers around us They bow

blood in my veins . pumping pumping pumping a strange kind of numbness . in my head and in my legs maybe years ago a tiny sting . released a chainreaction

clean up your understandings and open your gate do it now - or it could be too late 'cause the world you live in is bigger than you choose one of these

you look at me and then I ask - is it you I look at you I don't dare to feel sure all around us is unimportant but the moment is right to see more than

hello my name is rat 41 all my life i've been sitting in this box of steel to my left sits someone whom i like 'cause he doesn't scream as loud as the