Human feeling, which is basically*
superficial and like rising dust,
does not tolerate attachment; when it ties itself to something,
then it very quickly begins to tighten its shackles furiously
and tear the wall and the chains to pieces.
[F.Kafka]
I'm just another insignificant human being
In this empty world of hate and injustice
World where the truth and the freedom are unseen
Where people don't really know what trust is< br/>I am what I am
Another rotting wound
In this sick society
Lies, Pain, Sufferings, Gain
I Bleed, Suffocate; They Crush, Eradicate
[Solo: Artyom]
Nothing is left for me
Just to confound
The web of lies
Which suppresses individuals.
I am what I am
Another carnal disease
Cancer
Of this sick society.
Why do I have to kneel
To whom I may appeal
Life's so poignant and pale
Blemish existence they try to veil.
[Solo: Artyom]

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