All these movements restrain all the questions that are asked,
My eyes always take a whileThough you shouldn't underestimate my
Hurt hurt hurt hurt hurtPushed in your stampedeRoll in filth
A simple mistake: find someone to blameAll they fomulate melts
We're all raised with crippled hands and crippled mindsA society
Can hear her whispers with every car that passes byShe's
Can you hear them moving? the silence has been brokenPile
Dissect it into quarters, it makes no sense in living,
Into position, create the situationMake the words serve those who
No soil remains in our soulWe've seen the sky, we've
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