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| "World" 10/5/03 |
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| How callous is this world that we live in? Born into black dimensions In this dark sphere Of the Universe Wrath is always herre Never does it depart from our fear Any assault on our life Is met with a shiny knife One thing that can be said for us humans Is we take shit from nobody Dark and deathly, happy and cheerful We are always sticking up for our own But our lives are pitiful Until the fun begins We rot in hell And create some more sins Blood, guts, shattering bones Fire, dark and burning homes We enjoy them so much Let us feel that deathly touch Bring to us the reason we are here Show us what our purpose on this damned earth Then maybe we can realise What the fuck is our actual worth? Nothing We are the dust in the desert Caught in a never ending process |