| This life where we live its so bored, depressive
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| No one knows why we born we called sick to grown up alone
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| Raised by mans sick and tired they worked hard
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| Gave us the best that they could give and we were not able to succeed
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| Feeling shit over to the ground buried deep feeling
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| Our bones crushing one by one
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| Fingernails bitted till we bleed
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| This pain is so good is our reason to live
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| Why we all fight if the end is the same?
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| Six feet under is deep enough to make us equal like an unborn child
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| Black or white we want to be someone
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| We are all made of choices so why do we choose the wrong one?
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| War is not the answer to stop this carnage
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| So stand up and face it
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| Trust? |
| tell me the definition of trust
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| We all now what it means
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| So, why don’t we trust?
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| Mistakes? |
| we are made of mistakes
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| A lie lead us to the grave
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| We all die in vain
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| This hole, where i am in it’s so warm, renewing
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| Everyone knows where we go to a better place called home
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| Purgatory is our final goal
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| Enemies, family in the same place same hole
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| Hell rings
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| This is our final call
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| Io left this disgusting body and became only soul
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| All in the same place
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| All in the same hole
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| Mistakes? |
| we are made of mistakes
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| A lie lead us to the grave
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| We all die in vain
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| Trust? |
| tell me the definition of trust
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| We all now what it means
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| So, why don’t we trust? |