We're running out of time, chasing the lies. Everyday a small piece of you dies. Always somebody, you're willing to fight. To be right. Your lies are bullets, your mouth's the gun. And no war in anger was ever won. Put out the fire before igniting, next time you're fighting.
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Rastgele"This is not black and white, only organized confusion [...]. If you felt invisible, I won't let you feel that now." - Linkin Park, Invisible Oft berührt uns die Musik mehr, als einfache Worte.
