"...don't tell me of any wonders shitting gold, don't tell me of the hard way we have to go through, still we pay your warmth out of the cold, do you really think we're that blind? Don't spit on my mind. We are the people, we are the masses you are for, we give the power and our desire must be your law..."
Del álbum "Better than raw"
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