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Red Dons Death To Idealism

all oh no Hajji crouches down in the back of his cab A thousand Muslim surround him wanting his head He lays still in the seat just moments from death

Fascista No More Time For your constraints Fascista Critical eyes are upon you You censure restrictions But limit those around you So what is the difference

How long can we hold on Besides years what keeps us together We play our parts but whom do we care for We don?t touch we don?t even talk And we never

There is nothing for me In this City What a waste of time Nothing works out at all Well the road it greets me Oh so warmly Though I?m here now You know

Although, it?s a dream living on the road With wide eyes heading towards places unknown But sometimes, sometimes it?s so cold When the faces here lack