your are the voice inside my head you whispers me things To change my mind of life you crushing my mind And I hate this beat of grind it pushes a way and It's cold near of death
who am I to disappear? a local heart, no crying fear a dome of hope a shield made out of faith?
you are a priest who send a biest right in my face and I cant dodge to a side I am sick of it all and I clench my fists against all systems in our little world They decide in black or white
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