we were born free than we were compared to shit
equally, without any rethink, i say
how many people that many many nonsense
so many biased eyes, so many strong hands,
i say, how many assholes create a mass
where they can feel safe were they can hide
no need to be responsible just one, one creature
with two thousand eyes.
regular hunting, fire in the eye
fat cloud wrinkles, her face is mine
i don't wanna die, don't wanna die!
One crowded mind made of empty grains
as if sand himself felt offended by them
crowded nozzles, one breath, one voice mutation
one idle cock with its national anthem
crowd wheezes, brings pictures of the past
mixes it with future ignorance and stars
carries slogans, heads and hands
like coffins for their dead Bains
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