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Treated like a little child. Being heard requires mercy.
Never ask the question: Why? But keep on smiling.
Working like a dog all days. What’s the meaning of recess
In a world where money talks?
Wake up you dreamers!

My head is in flames
There is no escape from that inhuman exploitation.
To where can I go?
I cannot compromise that I have to disguise
myself in a way that I consider to be totally wrong.

Creeping – drives me mad. Toadyism – makes me insane.
But I don’t know at which place I could hide
Pain – I had enough. Destruction – look at my heart.
Every scar on my soul makes me colder at all.

In the way that contentment is hope is killed by despair.
Suffocated creative thoughts destroy wellness.
Is it worth that a man can die by the affliction of stillness?
While thousands pass him by and no one cares of his cry?

This world has to be hell,
and forget to tell me man, that in former days
the future was better than today.
I wait for the solstice that once will break
The ice between the whole humanity and me.

Creeping drives me…

Rage is not the exit, but it helps to stay calm.
Destroy their might. Never kiss their asses!

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from Behind The Face (E​-​605), released January 1, 2002

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