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Broken faces that dream of roses
That are never born...
Letters bombs that explode so deaf
Dreaming of power, power...
Power, power , power, power, power!
Our art, our weapon
Forget everything you learned and learn again...
To forget again
Admire the back of your pupils
Being curtains to the sun
Open your eyes and look at the cannon
Allow me to enlighten you on the subject
Honey, the rifle awaits us
25 steps before die
I don't blame you, ignorant
Our art, our weapon
Forget everything you learned and learn again...
To forget again
Admire the reverse of your pupils
Being curtains to the sun
Open your eyes and look at the barrel
Allow me to enlighten you on the subject
Honey, the rifle awaits us
25 steps before dying
I don't blame you, ignorant