| Why are we alive?
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| Is there anything left to expect?
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| I’m getting tired of living in this stinky desert
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| All around me, the rests of my pride are lying
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| All lives turn into death
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| I can’t breath!
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| My heart is bleeding
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| For the human destiny
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| Every glance is bogged down
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| In the nature that we’ve made lunar
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| Why are we alive?
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| Is there anything left to expect?
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| I’m getting tired of living in this stinky desert
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| All around me, the rests of my pride are lying
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| Rather put an end to it with my hands or with bombs
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| Despicable, disgusting
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| Natural is our taste of destruction
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| Corrupted, dark, guilty
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| Will be our soul after death
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| I could kick myself
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| And what a shame to belong to these living beings
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| I’d rather be an animal
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| No remorse
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| I’d rather be an object
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| Lifeless
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| Just inert
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| With time as master and creator
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| I live in black
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| I’m dream in red
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| All I see is desolation
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| And I’m thinking of what we did
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| My tears are feeding my fellow men’s stream of blood
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| I want to loose myself in the twist and turns of disappointment
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| I believed in Man and God, both of them lied to me
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| Is there any reason to live anymore?
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| Who or what can offer me a chance?
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| I’d rather be the wind to fly far away from human species
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| I’d rather be a blade of grass, the one that sticks up again
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| After the steps of the angry warriors
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| As if sun and water were enough!
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| My life continues
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| At last my mind can hear an echo of the survivor’s tales
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| I’ve spent so much time moaning over myself
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| That odd entity allures me
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| Who are you Adam? |