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    Since all the birds are gone
    there's no hope left in me
    Some enjoyed the silence skies
    while I'm awaiting destiny
    I remember all those days
    all those colours all their shades
    But december rain engraved
    the trues into your face
    No god no hand have cure
    can heal your septic wounds
    What we have killed your god
    can't heal, it's over now
    Your skin will bleed
    your eyes will rain
    Mother forgive our greed
    your creation will cause your end
    In the last fight we've to stand a war against ourselves
    But no winner takes it all
    there'll be nothing left to mend
    Your skin will bleed
    your eyes will rain
    Mother forgive our greed
    your creation will cause your end
    Be that as it may
    our children want to stay
    In your face, in your face

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