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• Artiste: Opiate For The Masses
• Titre: Virus H
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Everything's connected- The cell, the sun in the sky- I don't know why we suck up everything and still we're born to die. We seem to have benevolence of a saint, But our intentions are quite plain: We only think about ourselves, so this is how it will remain. Yesterday I looked into my hands and wondered why I only give what I excrete; But to whom do I apologize? And then I realized there's only one big world to fix, but Scare the hell out of me. If they made a bandage large enough, It might conceal the pain While our children's cancer from the sun is washed with acid rain. We seem to have benevolence of a saint, But our intentions are quite plain: We only think about ourselves, so this is how it will remain. We are not invincible-not indestructible. We cannot appraise ourselves if everythings is so mundane.