in the land of dirt and plaster
lies an army of a thousand nowhere kids
losing ground and falling faster
into a life that no one should have to live
we are the people that you hate
we are the bastards that you created (the fucking bastards that you created)
a generation with no place
a generation of all your sons and daughters
behind the fake family image
behind the smile of a thousand moms and dads
inside the cage that we've been given
i see an image of the future that we don't have
we are the people that you hate
we are the bastards that you created (the fucking bastards that you created)
a generation with no place
a generation of all your sons and daughters
and what did you expect ... a perfect child
raised by tv sets ... abandoned every mile
we never get respect ... never a fair trial
no one gives a shit ... as long as we smile
26.9.09
Pain
Dolor sin amor
dolor, nunca suficiente
dolor, lo prefiero doloroso
prefiero sentir dolor que nada en lo absoluto...
dolor, nunca suficiente
dolor, lo prefiero doloroso
prefiero sentir dolor que nada en lo absoluto...
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