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• Artiste: Die Young
• Titre: Anthem Of The Prodigal Son
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Raised too high too soon in the game sowed all my seeds still waiting for rain life has come to mean writhing in pain but I don't regret a fucking thing... what a petty waste of time--your politics, your dollar signs take me back to distant shores or vacant rooftops under the stars where is the romance in your sterile world of suits and ties? if poverty of wealth means richness in soul then I have been made whole when we die we are immortalized not in clouds but in words we dared to scream aloud (I scream aloud) this rebellion is not a phase I'll hate you all for the rest of my days red-brick walls of false security the facades of your broken dreams the hand that feeds won't let you breathe yet you run back to your cage when we die we are immortalized not in clouds but in the words we dared to scream aloud (I scream aloud) as you bow down to your gods... I renounce the world you love