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I’d rather die I’d rather fade away And be like all the others Crying in a waiting line I’d rather die I’d rather see me down And with my mud face Shout until they run me down! I’d rather not see you Leaders in suits All you bloody traitors You should all die in hell You bastards! You better not die You better find your way! Don’t be like all the others Crying in the waiting line! Man, you better cheer up now! You better face your fears! Cause all those voiceless masses They should all hear your voice In echoes! I’ve been thinking about tomorrow What should we do? And how do we fight the dark When nobody believes in light? I’ve been thinking how do we stay true to ourselves How do we know right from wrong? The silhouettes Walking shadows are heading towards me in a dark tunnel Taking away my happiness I am growing up and becoming cynical and angry I'm annoyed Who are these voiceless shadows around me? And what do they want from me? You’ve been thinking about tomorrow But you don’t know today! How could you be loved When you don’t believe in hope? You’ve been thinking how do you stay true to yourself Well, why don’t you start from here? Oh, the child is fighting an old man Oh, the tree is fighting the grass Oh, the Sun is fighting the Earth But all don't understand they are of the same creation The child is an old man The tree is grass The Sun is Earth An artist is a creator If there was a world Where one was just one Oh, how miserable would it be Only as the last piece of smoke after the great fire could be seen Oh, the fight is eternal Like the animal in me is infernal I don't have the courage to accept That I’m powerless against myself The fire, the grass and the Sun is eating me Desperate I am, sealed in the laws That none has ever seen Confusion, confusion, fusion of comfort Alone Solitary Silhouettes can be seen The shadows The graves The clock Tick The red hand is waging Tock Where am I Where is the boy Where is the grass Where is the world? And I’d rather die I’d rather fade away
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