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You have no choice of living
Once living the real life
you are a piece in someone's chess
Who gave you life did for emotion
and emotion doesn´t make you alive
in the production line of human trash
You live dreaming about freedom and
freedom is an ilusion to keep you
dreaming and working.
Nobody is free in meumundo.
In meumundo human is a plague
and life is a dream waiting
for a revolution to come.
waiting... and waiting...
till the day life dies.
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