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A little peace of you

A little peace of me has died

We have nothing much to offer

There's nothing much to take

Who are who

Protest in the mind

Slaughter in the air

Someone else inside of us

Is tired of the sun

Who are who

Who are who

Borderlines of developement

Well considered

Try religion and philosophy

It's all the same to me

The train will get us to nowhere

We got no ticket to return

The illness and the lies

The virus never dies

The train will get us to nowhere

We got no ticket to return

The illness and the lies

The virus never dies

Power is the fix

Men has drawn to it

It controls your own mind

Hypnotized you obey

Who are who

Who are who

The train will get us to nowhere

We got no ticket to return

The illness and the lies

The virus never dies

The train will get us to nowhere

We got no ticket to return

The illness and the lies

The virus never dies