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This is a problem There is no solution For all the retiring types Their voices all whispering death There's no solution for them And this is a process The process that we follow Annihilates all of the doubt With peace and with force and with fear As night draws near We hold grudges We are saved We light candles In the dark And something tonight starts a fire in me As the alcohol burns And the air is sugar-free Tonight God is angry We can roll with the punches I hope that you'll hurry With the blood of the child With the pierced body Letras de cancionesOf the son of the rich Tonight God is angry We can roll with the punches Tonight God is angry We can't help ourselves When we hold grudges We are saved We strike matches In the dark From Letras Mania