| She runs fast among dark spaces.
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| I’m one between the others,
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| I see her moving, I’m afraid.
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| Your shirt drips blood,
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| stabbed in back,
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| fifty times. |
| (fifty fing times)
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| I’ll pray for you today,
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| but God will not understand.
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| Change the world around us!
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| Change the world inside us!
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| Field of thousands grass blades,
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| her rage cuts without a sense,
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| with ferocity it wounds,
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| blind to reality.
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| Field of thousands dead flowers,
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| dressed in black she mows life,
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| stay quiet in the dark.
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| Let yourself be cut.
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| Let yourself be cut.
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| She runs fast into the cold veins
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| a face without a look,
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| I see her burying all my friends.
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| Change the world around us!
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| Change the world inside us!
|
| Field of thousands grass blades,
|
| her rage cuts without a sense,
|
| with ferocity it wounds,
|
| blind to reality.
|
| Field of thousands dead flowers,
|
| dressed in black she mows life,
|
| stay quiet in the dark.
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| Let yourself be cut.
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| Enough! |
| With this deviant game.
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| Enough! |
| With this power in your hands.
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| Death! |
| Cames at my command.
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| Destiny, face me!
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| Field of thousands grass blades,
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| her rage cuts without a sense,
|
| with ferocity it wounds,
|
| blind to reality.
|
| Field of thousands dead flowers,
|
| dressed in black she mows life,
|
| stay quiet in the dark.
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| Let yourself be cut. |