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I'm not from here
Excuse my heart
Beating backward in a strange way
Ignore the language in a sound
You never heard before
Throw my presents in the garbage
Call me names and point your fingers
Sell the stories to the tourists
Inside the plastic halls
Behind your lies I shure shall rise
Deep inside you, can you sense me?
Don't you fear me when I come again?
You see you had your time
And you need all that funny stuff
Your temples and your shopping halls
Your bibles and your cars
To get away from the decay
The process that you can't control
Can you feel me kicking in?
I'm your funny fucking virus
And I will get you seriously
When you're sleeping!
You see I only had a dream
You had your time, your chance, your game
And I will blow your history away!!

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