Sometimes you think that your life is sick
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and everything is going bad.
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You can't support the pression in your head.
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There is clouds of tormentsin your heart,
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let me say something:
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You are not alone in this journey.
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We can easily understand your laments,
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'cause we are brothers in suffering.
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We are army of the damned,
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corpses without a soul...
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creatures from the land,
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devil's toys in this world.
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Army of the damned
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the prozac's generation
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You have no sense of what to do now,
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regretfull of what you've done in the past,
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afraid of what is waiting for you tomorrow.
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Suicide (choice) always seem to be the best.
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Army of the damned
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The hate came from inside
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and your soul is burning of wrath.
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You can't describe your feelings,
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the pain will never stop.
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Ciclic waves of anger,
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you lost all the control.
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It is time to crush some bones,
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start to kill them all.
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A war inside your head,
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a storm smashing your soul,
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you will fight until your death.
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The genocide must be won.
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Can you see how stupid was your life?
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Pleasure, moneyand everything just will take you to death.
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Came on take another pill, drink another bottle,
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the doors are open for your eternal and last drink.
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Army Of The Damned (The Prozac's Generation)
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Sarcofago |