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Poverty... society... A disease... madness... Poverty... hungry society... So, disease... madness... Poverty... Feel the hunger... What cities we live in What hell will we die in? Burning in our homes Or bleeding on the edge of a knife? Sometimes I think about What kind of life we are Gods of the land Or gadgets, irrational? Cities Swimming in blood Fucking life... Poverty... Feel the hunger... Feed the disease... So, disease... The corpses are sleeping In the backyard Dont be afraid, put your hands In my... hands! Poverty... society... Feel the hunger... Feed the disease...
