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How is it possible to believe when you know the start of everything are words.

Spoken by a stranger.

I feel no pain when a bullet hits my growing spite.

Everything is just a spoken word, empty your head of all the shit you've heard.

Start a fire, show them what anger is.

Let them know there's more to this

The lie we live, not thinking about tomorrow.

Our goal in life? Money has the upper-hand.

The barrels are empty, exhaustion is our answer.

Sick of being here, massacre is all I see.

When you're doing the same.

Day in, day out.

Can you feel something different than pain and doubt?

Everything is just a spoken word, empty your head of all the shit you've heard.

Start a fire, show them what anger is.

Let them know there's more to this