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• Artiste: Personal War
• Titre: NewTimeBitch
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Wake up with a scream the fear is written in your face is it over now The intense dream of futuristic days what weird force crept in my mind Awoke my instinct from the blind what let me dream with open eyes made me the one to hear the cries Who gave the gift of deeper view just kept from nameless chosen few ?? A totally new point of view the picture of an unborn world deep it's lost A chaos-state full of hate the program of a sterile world deep it's lost A special feeling reached your mind there're laws and orders far behind A new horizon of control leads you the way you just don't know Diving deep into the virtual calculated shade The threshold to the "what is now" and "what could be" is just a shade The creeping control fills ourselves presses us to narrow shapes Displaces our priorities indoctrinating hate The strangest one we ever knew at last remains ourself