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Prophecies
Satisfied with life's growth
Integrity
Florished
Screaming as the days go by
Fading as the voices
Cry
Fear
Press the pull
Conscience
Memories I recall today
Days I recall, years that are away
Striving for some rhyme, hate and death
What democracy?
What democracy?
Still and ugly
Victims' whites
Decrepit
The memories
Die
Winded
The crestfallen
A once presupposed life
Breakdown
Rebirth in the void
From man to machine
To victim
Brought in by force
Dark clouds
Cast over the front lines
Blood stained descent
Pragmatist the unimputed
Cold crucifixion
Twisted reality
Ear clenching
Noise above
Recollection
Fist raised toward the end
That's past the call of conscience



Авторы: Jochem Jacobs, Aarts, Bart Hennephof, Richard Rietdijk, Stef Broks



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