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I step in and all I smell is concrete dust, Windows broken, relicts of fear unspoken. Nothing's there except the dusty air, A wood-brown door turned grey - signs of decay On a wall a child has drawn with chalk A man without a mouth, he weeps but cannot talk. Sutured by his memory, maybe by what he saw The scenes of agony, of grief and war. In this dream I cannot see myself! I walk room to room, From house to house into the streets, Stumbling over carcasses wherever my path leads. Knowing this could happen anywhere, this is my future, I don't care, It is beyond my lifetime, I'm not the one who feeds the beast. I feel guilt that I won't take! History's not my mistake! Really bad it all has been What in my dreams I have seen. I feel guilt that I won't take! History's not my mistake! I don't say that I'm not sorry, I just say: I don't worry! Compassion I can feel, Letras de cancionesBut I don't feel the fear. I feel like I was there, But I know I am here. I know that all the things I see and dream are real But not for me! There enough problems my own life bears, Everyday so close to death and no one cares! I feel guilt that I won't take! History's not my mistake! Really bad it all has been What in my dreams I have seen. I feel guilt that I won't take! History's not my mistake! I don't say that I'm not sorry, I just say: I don't worry! From Letras Mania