Long, lost faces jump off fences Taste the fall on bloody lips Sit up, bend down Connect the masses Grounded, reduced to soil Feel, fake - reject my touch Shiver, shake - don't trust my language But still it's up to you! How can you cope with rare conditions That you've caused by yourself Never try to understand me! Never try to face my faces!
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