I wanna be buried,
Deep in the ground,
with my feet to
the south.
Money rules the world
in a weird way,
The poor people can
only pray.
I see my father
in my dreams,
He doesn't look pretty
when he screams.
We believe in a
unknown Lord,
We pray during
the war,
Everybody knows
that's not going to take
us far.
The world you knew
is not real anymore,
Bleeding death people
laying on the floor.
Films are collections
of death pictures,
witch are given
artificial insemination.
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