2013-01-07
01:34:00
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Glances of darkening streets are impregnated with evil.
In the yellow eye-sockets of the houses you can't see any hope.
There seem to be many people around, but they are only your own reflections in the puddles.
You must understand at last - nobody will hold out their hands, when you desperately need help.
You are helpless striving to change something. Calling to follow you when nobody wants to listen.
In the yellow eye-sockets of the houses you can't see any hope.
There seem to be many people around, but they are only your own reflections in the puddles.
You must understand at last - nobody will hold out their hands, when you desperately need help.
You are helpless striving to change something. Calling to follow you when nobody wants to listen.
Why do we live only for ourselves?
Why don't we want to help each other.
Why don't we want to help each other.
Why do we kill what is dear,
and then call it 'grief'?
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