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• Artiste: Mob (The)
• Titre: Our Life Our World
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Our life our world Mapped out in skulls Carved on wrists and back of arms Which paint in blood on sheets of white Of children never quite at home Our life our world Flows down rivers in the street Made up of blood, made up of meat The cigarette Burns in tortured arm The cigarette burns on tortured arm Slowly roasting in the heat Of our life our world Our life our world My life my world Our life our world Our life our world Lost scream hits the cold night air Lost scream lost cos no one was there This is the crying of half dead This is the crying of stillborne This is the sound of the golden age This is the sound of my rage Our life our world Our life our world My life my world Our life our world This is my horror my nightmare This is my wake and my birth This is my world and my earth This is my earth and my world This is my life and my worth This is my moment of birth This is my cry from chaos Now I am reason for mash [?] This is the glimmer of hope This is the wall I must smash Our life our world My life my world Our life our world Our life our world My life my world Our life our world My life my world Our life our world You haven't suffered no nightmares And you cannot spell home This is my love now And this is my war Do not suffer my children Let them walk through that door This is my nightmare Built from your hell on earth Do not damage my children They are their love on earth [?] Leave my world for my children They didn't ask to be born Leave my love for my children And let them be warned