Lyrics:
20 beheaded, It would be enough
But you cold head blenders wash It all
(And hide the truth)
They left no Choice in here
Wrists've been Broken While I live my desease
We Breathe the same Air, but think more often
from different shapes of our youth
Freedom as we know is less than a Though
Some made place to dig a Tomb
For all we were able, now we ain't
I'd rather die in a Huge Overdose
Perhaps in the Limb I feel no more Pain
They left no Choice in here
Wrists've been Broken While I live my desease
We Breathe the same Air, but think more often
from different shapes of our youth
Freedom as we know is less than a Though
Link:
artists.magroove.com/en/lt/misantropia-miscelanea/
misantropiam.bandcamp.com
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