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Vertaling: Die Kidcrash. Scalpel Cuts Beton.

Vertaling: Die Kidcrash. Tot Die Lig Kills Die Film.

From inside this plastic casket i took my first breath, and choked on it I thought if im loud enough maybe they'll open it up... So i sang for centuries

It was the worst of this war All the politics and metaphors An empty page, the battlefield Turn it 'cause i fight in secret Cross it out and i'll just

Tonight we watch the city glow. With the power off, and nobody knows. Why we did it, and .. and if they did, They'd realize they're not victims, Just

Put my ear up to your head, And you're eaves-dropping. Hear what you are thinking, And what you wished you'd said. What you wished you'd said. What you

No new skin, senseless ends. dead network. no gift in this rigid state of becoming. nothing to produce. infinite excuses. the grazing ground is barren

siege of abuse. it never works. it always hurts, it's always wrested. winged syllables in formation, grounded by the weight of your words. no respite

You're head is a hearse. That carries all, all of the worse .. you've sworn You've buried so you will crash it. You pray for amnesia when you hit [Chorus