A life in rigorism
A life conducted by ideals
That had become
"All That Remains" by Fear of GodPowerlines... steel webs
Light gives birth to cold shadows
All our imaginations gone forever
Uninterrupte
Cold wars...Genocide... Slavery of Man Third World poverty...Multimillionaires
Do you ever think about tomorrow? Do you ever think
First class people, better than the mob
First class people, more
When I walk the streets
People point at me
Their kids, they
Sitting here staring at my blood-covered hands
Thinking of nothing but
Did things he shouldn't have done
But now he really regrets
Walls
It was so easy to do
And now
I got my hands
Heut hab ich wieder einmal eine gesehen
Oh wie vornehm Sie
Stereotype killing
Screaming animals
Terrified looking eyes
Uncontrolled movemen
You're a prisoner of your ideals
Just a prisoner of your
Please raise the siege
You're not gonna win
My mind's mine so
Shecalls outtoyouFrom behindsin'sdoorwayHer 13 years have left her so calloused
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