I now wear the clothes of the dead
My anxiety, killed in a brawl today
Now, I’m here for ever
I'm here for good
I shall die in that hole you dug for yourself
Untill then, I shall wander these street so furiously in rage
I don't eat, I don’t sleep
Finding a place and the time to torcher the ones
That killed us a long time ago
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