| I can’t seem to catch my breath
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| I dwell on things that anger and confound me
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| I have no time for your gods or your governments
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| My disillusion: a cloak that surrounds me
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| I’d sooner stare at the sun
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| Burn out my eyes
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| Be cursed deaf and dumb
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| Don’t understand my own race
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| The human face is a saint and a monster
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| The need to kill is a thrill that alludes me
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| To let them be is the key to humanity
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| I’d sooner stare at the sun
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| Burn out my eyes
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| Be cursed deaf and dumb
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| Don’t understand my own race
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| The human face is a monster and a saint
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| I’d sooner stare at the sun
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| Burn out my eyes
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| Be cursed deaf and dumb
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| Sooner cursed deaf and dumb |