Black Mirror

Hyra

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    God you've made the mud and the snow
    But your creatures associate with mud the black skin
    And with snow the thoroughbred stock
    Birkenau can you hear the screams of the fiery soul of the jewish child

    "Lurid world don't give me another white/dark man
    Who snatches away from mother's hands her freak son"

    Black is the mirrorwhere you must reflect
    The crutches can't stop my hate for the turbid look that torments my mind
    Black is the mirror where you must reflect
    The look of a wolf that kills in a half moonlight
    Named intolerance for my elect stock

    Remember that the shaky will learn to walk
    The mute will start to speak
    And this will be the day of your fall
    You'll hear their screams too and cry

    I'll follow you run
    I'll hear you scream
    I'll feel you suffer
    In the half world

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    Stop the hypocrisy
    Kill the authority you retain the biggest element of your freedom
    But are only useless people with a false power in their hands

    Show me that you suffer and you'll suffer like me
    Because I'll stay there and I will smile
    Show me that you suffer and enjoy the people that hate you and your brothers

    Remember my words
    This will be your life
    I'll pray for your darkest soul but...

    I'll follow you run
    I'll hear you scream
    I'll feel you suffer
    In the half world

    Stop the hypocrisy
    Kill the authority you retain the biggest element of your freedom
    But are only useless people with a false power in their hands

    Show me that you suffer and you'll suffer like me
    Because I'll stay there and I will smile
    Show me that you suffewr and enjoy the people that hate you and your brothers

    The wind of sadness whispers in your ear
    The cry of lonelyness dropped your tears
    You live as a dream
    Alone as a shadow
    The night,the death,the freedom

    Words, pain, screams,blood of yuor victims
    Fear,with pain they die of their hangman
    What you can't see you feel around

    Black, yellow, red is the color of your fall
    Has the form of a Hebraic star
    Is tired like the victims you've burned and hung
    Has the appearance of a mother that seeks her child
    But you kill him...kill him
    Seems an old man that can't walk without his wood
    Come to take you with the tiring step of a cripple
    And will take you in the fire
    With the ironic smile of a down child in face.

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