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This is a problemThere is no solutionFor all the retiring typesTheir voices all whispering deathThere's no solution for themAnd this is a processThe process that we followAnnihilates all of the doubtWith peace and with force and with fearAs night draws nearWe hold grudgesWe are savedWe light candlesIn the darkAnd something tonight starts a fire in meAs the alcohol burnsAnd the air is sugar-freeTonight God is angryWe can roll with the punchesI hope that you'll hurryWith the blood of the childWith the pierced bodyLetras de cancionesOf the son of the richTonight God is angryWe can roll with the punchesTonight God is angryWe can't help ourselvesWhen we hold grudgesWe are savedWe strike matchesIn the dark From Letras Mania