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those who don't move can't feel their chains it's like getting wet under the rain we always find something to cover up our shames and still got someone to blame for everything it's the same case for anyone well at least the truth tellers without peripheric fears getting loose like tears those fakers can't make a difference between a machine gun & a camera lens they accuse & point fingers at you for your hair's too long or your skin's too dark we all get used to it eventually seeing them speaking their minds free about politics or movies for jurks just before we would explode in blue Aus Songtexte Mania