Texty:
Face The Fact Nld In The Meantime

Three cars in front of the door. Big house and a limousine. They don't care They don't share They're fucking selfish I don't eat I don't sleep Because

It is winter The wind is picking up Newspapers raze through the streets like kites It is winter Newspapers raze It is winter, winter The tin cans still

Men in grey coats. Everywhere my eyes can see. They Wander Enjoying the authority. In the classroom, people are taken. She with the yellow star, will

Scared, creating fear, the best way to gain the people's trust. Lies, telling shit, the same old trick used before. Misleading, going on, exactly like