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Cast the pearls aside, of a simple life of need
Come into my life forever
The crumbled cities stand as known
Of the sights you have been shown
Of the hurt you call your own
Love is suicide

The empty bodies stand at rest
Casualties of their own flesh
Afflicted by their dispossession
But no bodies ever knew
Nobodys
No bodies felt like you
Nobodys
Love is suicide

Now we drive the night, to the ironies of peace
You can t help deny forever
The tragedies reside in you
The secret sights hide in you
The lonely nights divide you in two
All my blisters now revealed
In the darkness of my dreams
In the spaces in between us
But no bodies ever knew
Nobodys
No bodies felt like you
Nobodys
Love is suicide

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Religion serves a purpose, this I realize
But when they organize, is when they commit the crimes.
The crimes upon the weak, and the crimes upon the poor,
Spreading filthy money baskets under stained glass windows.
And buckets full of water, are placed at the door,
And they call them holy; you get your moneys worth
What it s worth, oh I ll tell you what it s worth.
Cause they go home rich, we go home to repent.
So let s stop feeding the rich, they ve got enough to live.
Oh let s stop feeding the rich; they ve got enough to live.
I waste my time, another rhyme, or another page,
cause I won t be afraid and I can t be ashamed of my life,
or my past mistakes.
Cause they go home rich; we go home to repent.
So let s stop feeding the rich, they ve got enough to live.
Let s stop feeding the rich; they ve got enough to live.
Religion serves a purpose, this I realize,
But when they organize, is when they commit the crimes.
Crimes upon the weak, crimes upon the poor,
Spreading filthy money baskets under stained glass windows.
Buckets full of water are placed at the door and they call them holy
you get your money s worth. What it s worth, oh I ll tell you what it s worth.
Oh let s stop feeding the rich; they ve got enough to live.
Let s stop feeding the rich; they ve got enough to live.
Stop Feeding. Stop Feeding.
Stop Feeding. Stop Feeding the Rich.

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We re doing all we can with hands behind our backs, still freedom is all that I demand
Well, paint me in the corner and watch me grow claws
Where survival s at stake, watch morals come undone
Well jump, jump through your hoops, jump in the fire again,
well I ve been through so much, still feel I m nowhere
Escalation, hostility is foaming over as we reach the boiling point,
peak breached, when a coup d état is unleashed
Your minimums, your maximums
No fickle, dickle, dickle, daddily dums
No trash talk, shake hands and walk away
We re doing all we can with hands behind our backs, still freedom is all that I demand
A crook I am not, excuse me relax
Just give me breathing room, so I can leave my stamp
Well, who s driving this bus, well I want off now, cause you are the crook running this scam
We re doing all we canwith hands behind our backs
Still freedom is all that I demand
It s one common thought
It s one common need
It s one in a million but it s one common greed
You ve opened your eyes, don t know what you ve seen
It s one in a million, but they re fighting over greed.

Autumn in New York
Why does it seem so exciting (inviting)
Autumn in New York
It spells the thrill of first-knighting

Shimmering clouds - glimmering crowds (glittering crowds and shimmering clouds)
In canyons of steel
They re making me feel - I m home

It s autumn in...

Dzwonek mnie obudził rano wyglądam przez drzwi
nagle nogi mam jak z waty czy to jeszcze mi się śni
jednak się zebrałem w sobie o co chodzi pytam marszcząc groźnie brwi i słyszę

ja jestem nowy rok przynoszę nowe dobre dni

znowu mnie obudził hałas obróciłem na bok...

Cześć. Tak, mam chwilę jak zaczekasz sekundę.
Co ? Czekałaś już ile ?
Po pierwsze nie trzy godziny tylko półtorej,
twoje podejście jest znów chore
Mój oręż to prawda, twoim są domysły i tak od dawna już
Nie, kurwa byłem w burdelu. Jasne że byłem...

Now here you are, lying down on me,
I burn too.
Smile my divine, smoking a cigarette.
Please, die with me.
Talk to me for a second hit,
For a second hit,
I?m powerless.
Here you are, here you are.
I?m watching...

Slavery kings run free again
From their wounds a giant stands
Four hundred years of glory
Animals who speak and cry
Destiny of craving sights
Inside the dance of white domain

Wheels turning round will feed the ground
And women carry by their children with no life
To future days belong the past

But change the times
Now millions cry...