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• Artiste: Inde 74
• Titre: The Cut
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All this time, that passes and then drains the life inside so much so that we soon tire and the fire that burns with desire nothing seems to inspire, nothing's ever new again. Day in and day out we take this shit in large amounts, we can't seem to recall what it is to be innocent. Slaving everyday, to simply get our pay, it is the American way to be born, live, and die sedated. Everyday I wake up, and to God I pray that this won't be my final day. Every minute flashes, another chance passes, a chance to change from chances I create. Throw away my wasted life. Put your trust in me. Why don't you open up your eyes and you will see