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Look at my land where smiles have gone,
We got instruments, but no microphones.
Our voices are silent and cold like a dead man,
Look! It’s my tram and I’m going home again.
I’m afraid ‘coz I’m a liar building my external image,
The PC is here and we don’t take part in scrimmage.
The jealous told me to think seriously about my life,
They don’t need knives but made the dangerous group called…
…2000 Killers of Imagination.

I wish to goodness for me and my crew,
But KILLERS are hidden and watch me as in a zoo.
They’re hunting for dreams, plans or suggestions,
And will show you the way if you have any questions.
What?! Tell me more! It's really exciting,
But I stop listening ‘coz their speech is biting.
We don’t need false smiles and dirty helping hands,
The life will be unfair when we have to meet again.
2000 Killers of Imagination!

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