Point your finger to me, moralize my thought To chain myself for the sake of all
But strains here won't dissolve We are too bound to our roots This route is clearly drawn with dead-end conversations Between deaf and blind orators
Turn your face to me, hear the words I'll shout They'll set your wounds on fire
We made a lot of mistakes, this time no one will forget Everything will collapse and crawl under the pressures of
Graze me with revolt
No means for right or wrong Everything shall fall If my side will stand upon
Graze me with revolt until my skin is blood
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