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Here is what I saidMade up is his blanketUp above our heads toSatisfy the masses lostThis is a presentThe gift wrapped hollow story sentMade in man son manThe elemental spiritlessWhat have we becomeA better fitting gracesMakeshift housing a medical nightmareWhat have they doneA tipping over cowardiceFleeing from the wrong sideThe body with the hiveCrashNo where left to runWake up Never LandA never-ending worryWalking hand by handAnd overtaken by the sweatWhat have we becomeLetras de cancionesSo wrapped up in the blanket's humWhat have we becomeA better fitting gracesMakeshift housing a medical nightmareWhat have they doneA tipping over cowardiceFleeing from the wrong sideThe body with the hiveCrashNo where left to runNote the afterbirthsNeedles my forgivenessBut opium's excessesFrom sitting on the grasses greenWho then holds the gunCrashNo where left to run From Letras Mania