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Sickness
I’ll soon change amorphous
Hope you won’t take this amiss
It’s funny how you can’t control
This appearing proof of weakness
You bleed but it ain’t fluid
when your body creeps up on you
with an illness, a rare ruin
you’ve never heard about, inside you
When your mind builds nonsense
Your pictures of innocence
In this white room locked a cell
And the white-dressed face of death
You bleed but it ain’t fluid
when your body creeps up on you
with an illness, a rare ruin
you’ve never heard about, inside you
I believe in ancestral rights ancestral fights
I believe in ancestral pride and justice
It’s still beginning like it use to when you’re not ready to face it
defeat it
Yeah I know it’s glorious
Hope you won’t take this amiss
When they all come to you and sing
Sure you’ll get out of here one day
There are those who suffer and those who stare
There are those who talk about what others dare
There are those who know and those who care
Hope you’ll never be one of those who adhere
I believe in ancestral rights ancestral fights
I believe in ancestral pride and justice
It’s still beginning like it use to when you’re not ready to face it
defeat it
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