I have seem too much flames
too much cries
a few to blame
nowhere to go
nothing to fight for
who is you
where am i
hidden in a mine
In the morning it is all the same
crimes committed
blood on the floor
what am i here for
Ashes in the wind
tears in my eyes
no birds in the sky
what should we try?
No music in the air
bitter smiles in their faces
murky souls
in dead places
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