This is perhaps where I give in to my dementia
Like everyone else, in a flower of oblivion
Ass factor, Junk Food-Center, violence
br/>Your master's voice in the speaker walls
Crash-barriers âPoor, cheap!â
à Beijing, à Florence
As long as, from nowhere to everywhere, it resonates
A single watchword... growth
Man for man, for what we lived
As it were, we were all struggling
When often it was barely surviving
Tell me again, you who are no longer here
Silence screaming in the air
What did it feel like to be free?
No, I'm not alone, there's Google
In the world cities I... administers from the inside
Big Brother is watching you
From Sichuan to Tank Man, take my hand, and Tianâanmen
Man for man, for each other we lived
As if, we all struggled
When often it was barely surviving
Tell me again, you who are no longer here
Silence screaming in the air
What does it feel like to be free?
Possessed, we can no longer escape
Fear dominates in navy blue fishnet stockings
Shooting room, bread and football
Enchanted people, âradioactivated â
But when spring escapes
On his pure Arab blood... Ã please...
From the inferno of dreams, draw torches and madness
Cut to the wall and run away with the big bad noise of life!
Perhaps this is where I give in to my madness
Like everyone else, I go pschitt
In the glow of opulence
Voluntary servitude before deliverance.
Man for man, for what we lived
As in, we all fought
When often it was barely survive
Tell me again, you who are no longer here
Silence screaming in the air
What did it feel like to be free?

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