"...I want a flood, I want an ocean to wash my confusion clean. I can't resolve this empty story, I can't repair the damage done. We are the fortunate ones who never faced opression's gun. We are the fortunate one, imitations of rebellion. We act it out, we wear the colors, confined by the things we own. We're not without, we're like each other, pretending we're here alone..."
Del álbum "The hunting party"
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