told the pain and hunger was not my fault How could they be so wrong? And man, of all five billion people you're only one Believed them for far too
t ease the pain Sleep won't make you whole again Change the inside! ...drink the rain... Dressing our words Seeing the dirt and flaws inside us hurts One
can see our past and our coming. For, as with us and our time, these flames are solely born through the complete and utterly consumption of its surroundings. By
one hour at the shore of this lake would cause death in just a few weeks. Karachay, the entire lake, is now covered with concrete... Don't disturb me
the morning, the different colours of the landscape, the freshness of the breeze. So sit for a while and rest with the spirit of the land. [-John
numb, go blind... One's drilling out a pipe One adjusts the aim One makes trigger parts Weapons as a game! All trapped in killing routine Washed clean... ...by
shelves lightened by old candles glow Ancient prescriptions from times that don't even exist In memories [D.Gildenlow/Both/D.Gildenlow/Hallgren] Guarded by
met this man, wearing a worn old flyer's cap. Every day he had to dig 10 feet down for his daily ration of water - one poor gallon. And so he did - singing
lake of fire, here come New Jerusalem Triple six with the dragon breath is doomed after the second death Two in the field, one taken one is left One