Kneel down and bow to this
invisible force
Put your hands
First step is always so hard,
but don't be afraid it's
I still remember
We were standing as one
The kids in the
These thoughts make me sick
and there's not a day not
Why all the nation states
why being proud of enslavement
we live
Lonely soul on the battlefield
fire is all that remains
fire of
All I hear just lies
Every day in our lives
Now it's
I'm getting closer to my dreams
and somehow I'm not satisfied
I
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