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Letras:Noise Ratchet. Till We Have Faces. My Day.


I woke up today
In a sick, sick world
I opened my eyes to see
It's just a hurting place

My God can break its fall
In a world of hearts not beating at all
Its chances are leaving with time
Its kill or be killed evolution lies

Day after day has gone by
I try and I try to realize
What I can change
What's falling apart