In his trench, everyone fights for themselves
In a world full of selfishness, everyone wants to be the winner
A thousand dead souls every second in the world
Using words to hurt oneself for wealth, power and money
Lonely and abandoned, everyone stands for themselves
I will saw off the branch that you are clinging to
Destroying others for self-affirmation
Is the very best dung for the sick ego
With of humanity at the end
a thousand soul burns
I ride on your heart to your death
The hearts are petrified, the brains are blocked
The little word love, forbidden and castrated
Humanity counts for nothing anymore, you can only lose with it
But implementing this little word cannot happen to us
A thousand dead souls every second in the world
We walk over corpses for wealth, power and Money
Shattering weaker people for self-affirmation
is the best dung for my sick ego
With humanity...

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