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If we bring ourselves to make extinct the physical And replace it with a series of numbers assigned to switch on and off We will soon learn how easy and masochistic everything will fall just as the Roman Empire once did. Bindings hold history and words once said. To allow such things to wither and fade will allow gullible minds to repeat previous mistakes What would you do if they dropped the bomb eliminating electronics? All your files all your music all your photos and unreal memories. Gone. If we allow our people to replace the living with the undead We will fail as a species and sink in the ground. Guilt creeps up the hair on my lower neck I tremble with illusions of speechless acts of violence Have I been out for days maybe weeks this time I mustard the motion to bring me Songtexteto a fight position horrified agoraphobia spreads quickly through my bones the clatter of them alerts my senses Nomad Wandering takes its place in line. Lately the swallows have been unconcealed asphyxiated by the water there is no substantial evidence of adulteration nor cause to jump the gun of fowl play its simply stated the life was extracted by fear of the end I have no great burden I carry with myself except for these patterns which form regret I will never participate in a great war nor feel what it takes to hunt to survive Aus Songtexte Mania