Lie, and tell me there is no pain, no suffering.
Pain is in their eyessuffering is
in their screams put a knife against their necks.
Press until they bleed, and tell me
it doesn´t hurt you know what they feel,
they don´t need to use your language.
Our instincts were buried under asphalt by our ancesters.
We are thoughts and feelings
and that makes our choices possible.
Pain is in their eyessuffering is
in their screams put a knife against their necks.
Press until they bleed, and tell me
it doesn´t hurt you know what they feel,
they don´t need to use your language.
Our instincts were buried under asphalt by our ancesters.
We are thoughts and feelings
and that makes our choices possible.
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