Why exist!?
The farm of pedigrees have fallen ill
While the collapse is the bomb of our half
I can only imagine what's it like to be an economic
Bastard sold to the state for the price of a stolen name
Bombs scatter. They cause the uproar
War waged will rape me!
Running does no good on limbs that have been removed
I found my heart!!!
It was reused to feed the tubes of a dying land we once knew
Home!
I call this home, but I let the flames lick the wounds!
I cannot believe it was you!
The only way that this is gonna work .
Is if you leave me for dead .as you ride in the hearse
As you ride in the hearse!
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