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It all seems to strange The mutes the bums The dogs with mange, the poor, Doesn't anybody help themselves anymore I guess not Barefoot pregnant women Little kids whit snot on their face A land of plenty, a dynasty of disgrace! I'll manifest for you Careening on the outer limits of reality I must not fail them now, I look inside to see that it's clear Living life is just not enough You must persevere Please grab hold Not to thing that are bought But to things that cannot tot be sold, Then you'll see You're released by trial and error The world's prophecy is to learn A candle lit from the bottom Will soon start to burn Don't dignify, a false spy in the sky Re-route your path With the blink of an eye Walking around with a mind of your own With a glance to the past You can see we have grown How much we have grown It's been my dream To enter the stream To let carnates know What life really means If one understands That's all I can ask Life to you is such a wretched task!