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You claimed to be a frustrated pig True ally of the thought Not the one we now should fear Guard is from what's wrong Oh, you treasure what's wellknown Are we not to judge Being here to feed the claims It seems accepted that you must Take it, do not dare to leave it In circles feeding what's frustrated No, they shall never get their rest All of them not proven not to be Harmless clean pure and sober Trust love hope it's bright Show, yes, show your meaning This homemade god brings the light Death to the harmless For some truth you don't have the nerve Death to the harmless Are we not to judge Antibehaviour is salvation From Letras Mania