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Your Soul
11:26
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When you told me you were the future of my all
I felt scared, and anxious, happy to meet myselves at last.
There was blood on your fat fingers when you gave me that solid handshake,
But it was dry and didn't belong to me.
Some of them want to lick my bowls,
The same of them want to be my fellows,
What do they want? Can't be the lil' good soldier singing
Their anthem! Want me to praise this raising star?
Be proud of them? What if I cannot?
The first of them wants to get rid of my lot and
Most of them want to kick my bowls,
Sort I'd be eaten by my fellows
But I won't let them in let them out of me, they're my family, but that's not my kind of meal.
What will they give to me?
What if they give to me your soul?
When you warned me I was the next one on your list,
Gravedigger smiled, contagious, when I came to run.
So quick you leave, so deep you dig, your cynical allegories will show their faces again.
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Sabra y Shatila
11:16
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Factory of Dreams
07:31
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Phial Shapes
09:34
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History Aleas Diktat Was
06:57
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Nigla[h] - Part 1
09:42
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Nigla[h] - Part 2
14:03
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