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<1. Fed By Stones |
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[Words & Music: M. Kiske] |
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God is dead |
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That's what they said |
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You got no soul, and good is bad |
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Don't waste your time |
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There's no sublime, no higher law |
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That you can find |
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There's a river of pain I'm taking all over again |
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Just as long I don't turn into their grey shadowy |
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Being |
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I don't know when it all began |
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I don't know why it had to die |
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Your stones won't feed, one truly need |
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The gullible mind |
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The daily grind |
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Takes its toll, and fools the blind |
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The bourgeois-creed: |
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Believe what you see, rules all heads |
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Takes casualities |
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In my life I was always a drifted fellow, undone |
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That was never enough to leave me stuck in there wrong |
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I don't know when it all began |
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I don't know why it had to die |
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Your stones won't feed, one truly need |
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Silent green works overtime to begin |
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Giving starting shots so that we won't give in |
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In the air's a hopeful sound waiting |
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Needing all we got, wishing we don't give in |
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It's an army of hypocrites strangling |
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Entities of freedom keenly building |
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All we are |
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If we are what we are meant to be |
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Have you got what we got? |
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Got some guts to break free? |
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Have you heard about the word that all living |
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Speak |
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I don't know when it all began |
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I don't know why it had to die |
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Your stones won't feed, one truly need ... |
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God is dead ... |
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