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there's not too much time left all places are too overcrowded decent life you thought you'll have is buried under the mountains of trash we born - gain greed - we born spread around and breed more and more you think you need soon there is no room to live realizing is the final call in a world like a selfmade bomb suffering is the way you choose when you fuck and reproduce earth's limits are closing on you will care when the day has come Aus Songtexte Mania