Brother you told me
“Complain all the unkind
Making me temples
And killing me sons”
Further watch brother
We’re equal sometimes
See this new mountain
Now try to escalate
Leaving me whitest
And go trough the west
Find a new begin
To kill all your sons
How many sad men
Could be in a prize
fixed in a rat race
And screaming sometimes
We are fools !
We are fools!
We are fools!
We are fools!
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