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• Artiste: Ivan
• Titre: The Hungering
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nobody cries anymore and thats the poverty as in, not if, but what is it when no one comes running not to need, but be needed in the worst of ways the worst of times, when there are hungry wolves at your front door out the back ,you run, you gotta run. when all the wonders of the world have hidden strings, to die!, she cries, when its now or never until the end wasnt today, the day god died and you camped out on the stars only to find, tired of lies, (teller of tales), the scientist cries turn the ace to face the hungering of television screens spit fire, raise the dead, cause tonight were writing love songs and theyre rolling in the yard. and if you have one feeling left, i beg you bawl it. set the hills on fire believe in me to turn the page and fight the suffering where must the blood fall to change the stars for madmen? for those who burn the sea and clouds and lied to you and cannot face the fact that all this poverty is stone its here in you in criminal faultlines and philosophers shoes you see all the wonders of the world have hidden strings. But could there be, a hand to god and i could see, but no im blind the miserable cloud the street found reason to believe theres fire in their hearts theres virtue in their eyes there is a call to rise there is a cause to fight there is a time to die fight back the poverty