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cut it in, cut it in, cut it and shut off now they know, they don't talk to me at all but i've got a day in mind when everyone will rise from every observation deck, every expiration date has come and gone, has come and gone now every stranger is a possible sniper now all the snipers are real diplomats and now there is no city, like my city there is no war, that is there's never been a war like this before there is no face, but my face there is no blood that is not my blood there is no city, there is no war there is no face, there is no blood whats your position on the art of malnutrition are you pro what we're opposing the art of decomposing they're getting lost in the sentiment i'm getting stuck in the sediment pick your position, make your move you're getting carried away i'm getting burried alive From Letras Mania