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[Music: Mathieu] "The ultimate recipe for power: First spread the disease, then come selling the pill" |
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Puzzle done! |
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The picture comes clear |
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And the despair comes complete |
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So lucidly we drown in sedation |
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Or else feel the pulse of one's cranium |
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A bruising reverence to the concrete |
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Feel the frequency vanish |
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Shedding suits, setting the actors free |
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Far away, feeling so lucid |
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Peeled the thin veil of lies |
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But soon arms fell down |
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The task, overwhelming utopia [Solo: Mat] |
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Here comes |
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Don Quixote |
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Charging windmills on and on |
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Rise and restart! |
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Hope to overcome... |
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How meagre arms could have shovelled mountains? |
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How could meagre arms break all their chains? |
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Pacified (they are) with games [Solo: Mat] |
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They groan under the yolk of bondage |
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Until life itself becomes a burden! |
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Restless hearts pumping ire... each one in his corner! |
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Passed down as pride, an inescapable animal duty (Possess, procreate) |
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Do fornicate! [Solo: Mat] |