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Autor
MiKee
You can be sure they’ll give you all the things you dream of
You know they‘ll throw you juicy meat into your cage
You only have to never show them that you feel low
Be silly boy and hide away your growing rage
I see the world of happy mothers and no sickness
I see your brighter future smiles made of stone
Great Master Sculptor with his vomit of words: “God bless…!”
You - part of crowd and after all you’ll feel alone
I wish to stop this rain of tyranny
I wish to stop this rain And I’m bleeding
I wish to stop this rain of tyranny
I wish to stop this rain And I’ve got to shut up!
I see the world of happy mothers and no sickness
I see your brighter future smiles made of stone
Great Master Sculptor with his vomit of words: “God bless…!”
You - part of crowd and after all you’ll feel alone
And then one day you’ll maybe understand the whole game
The rules they wrote and the spaces which will help you fight
And even if you reached the freedom through the hell’s flame
With bloody hands you really cannot point who’s right
I wish to stop this rain of tyranny
I wish to stop this rain And I’m bleeding
I wish to stop this rain of tyranny
I wish to stop this rain And I’ve got to shut up!
Staring at the sun, I can hold it in my dreams