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Get in line, one by one One after the other We are playing the robot game I have been here before, my mind is appearing to recollect itself Where is there a place that shuns away Those That Have not seen the light A place where there is only truth and no other is looked upon Here it goes again, like feeding meat to the wolves We throw our intellect to waste Empty our bullshit on the riches of the earth Empty our bullshit on the riches of the earth Breathe for a second Breathe for a second Breathe for a second Breathe for a second Tortured beings are more likely to burn We are the sheep to the shepherd, the shepherd of shit Murder the faithful Pillage the village And sacrifice their heads to me Pain in their stomachs will bring forth the phlegm Their balls on a platter to feast upon their children Sped Up the process of elimination and seek the smell of rotten good Pain in their stomachs will bring forth the phlegm Their balls on a platter to feast upon their children Tortured beings are more likely to burn Breathe for a second Aus Songtexte Mania