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Emotions inside us troubling,
The hatred inside us escalating,
The sickness inside us keeps us weak,
The masses inside of us suffering they are bleeding,
The calling inside us sick with greed,
The voices calling to us deafening we re not listening

Cannot receive the obvious
Line up cattle and cut the necks
Swat at the flies omit disgust

The leaders inside us posturing,
The pollution inside of us suffocating me,
The science inside us menacing
The will that s inside of us its dying end is coming

Cannot receive the obvious
Line up cattle and cut the necks
Drain us of life and cleanse the mess

Wash me off inside, wash me off inside

We re killing ourselves killers
Goddamn we fucked up the circumstance,
Too late to save us from ourselves,
Callous minds against trust and confidence,
Too late to give a damn now
Too late to save us from ourselves, too late to make it all go
away,
Too late to beg pardons from the mother, too late to give a damn

Now we ll sit and wait

Wait wait for the coming. of the end
Wait for the coming the killing the ending the plight of man
Deserving no mercy expelling by god s hand,
It s okay the ending it s over no more pain .

Emotion the hatred the sickness the calling

Spät im September
Erinnerungen die ich nicht auslöschen kann
Der Schauer im Herbst
Die Erinnerung an dein Gesicht
Denn ich bin viel älter geworden
Ich frage mich
Was auch immer ich getan habe
All die Anziehungspunkte zu verdrängen

Doch ich schließe...

It s every day
I m in this place
I feel this way
I feel the same
It s every day
I m in this place
I feel this way
I feel the same

Is it all inside my head

I got the world on a string

I got the world on a string
I m sittin on a rainbow
Got the string around my finger
What a world, what a life
I m in love

I got a song that I sing
I can make the rain go...

In your eyes

Tripped along many stones
Enough to say
I found my own way
I don t know where to go
Couldn t see where it leads

Making castles in the sand
Afraid no one else would hold my hand
I m stained from the world
Sad, sad, sad little girl

Inocentes por ahora

Miro sus caras y no quiero dejar de pensar
juegan con sus vidas y ellas apenas saben hablar
patitas cortadas, manos atadas inocencia sin par
a pesar de su trabajo, alguien los maltratara

Help--su inocencia
Help--su verguenza
Help--es que nadie los puede ayudar

Despojados de culpas, amanecen en la osuridad
como ejecuta la vida, a una...