| I am a love & hate alloy
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| Contradictory combination
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| Of black & white, pain & joy
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| The real yin-yang incarnation
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| I want to live my own way
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| I try to break the usual rules
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| But I feel myself like a toy in play
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| Of hands are pulling my threads
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| My voice as quiet as a rustle
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| But louder than mortar shot
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| A dot in huge human blot
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| Seething with sins & vices
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| Like unstoppable maniac
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| I’m rushing in vain fight
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| It’s better than be obedient
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| Pig in butchery
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| I scream: There is no freedom here!
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| I blame them all & rise from mud
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| They say that I’m a cynic
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| No, I’m rebellious heart!
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| So many cravens among us They got water in their veins
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| They have no pride but humility
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| Ugly souls, rotting minds!
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| Hear! |
| They shut ears up See! |
| They hide their eyes
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| Why are you so mute?
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| No protest, obeying slaves.
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| Detail of this chaotic machine
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| Maybe it’s my destination
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| Like many others doomed to be Pawns of someone possession
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| We will mount barricades
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| Clenched fists, fiery eyes
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| Obsolete foundations will fall
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| Under our rage! |