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What truly matters
When everything will burn
What truly happens?
When I leave this earth

Criticize the optimist
Applaud the pessimist
It’s all sacrilege

What truly happens
When I leave the earth
What truly burns?
When nothing hurts

Criticize the living
Applaud the dead
It’s all without one night’s meds

I have no disorder
Everyone else does
I’m not a pessimist
‘Cause everyone else knows
A winter scene
Straight out of a movie
The snow falls down
While the icicles form

I tear one off
And hold it in my hands
I’d shed a tear
But there’s nothing left

The piercing cold
Against my blood
I’m piercing a hole
In my chest to the ground

A winter scene
Straight out of a movie
The snow falls down
While the icicles form
The trucker lives in commune
Their job is endless commune
Bringing goods to places
That’s more important than you

Sleeping on the job
Risking lives today
Nothing but a blob
A mindless little face

The trucker sees many things
Yet remembers almost nothing
For when he gets home
He is nothing but a something

On his last day of the job
He thought he would continue
But when the school bus turned around
It smashed into the truck that bound

The children scream
The products burn
Their faceless lives
They’ll never learn
I know you did it to yourself
And now you’re in hell
But today I must say
That I won’t wish you well

A requiem for a suicide?
You know he’s not going to heaven
Why bother lying to yourself?
Just give up this pretending

It doesn’t matter who wronged him
It’s no one’s fault but his
Let’s bury this deep within
And forget about his past existence

As a pastor, I’m not to decide
But in the end you’d rather hide
I’ll hide behind the veil of God
And doing so things won’t go so wrong

Why would you believe
That he’d be in a better place
If you know so well
He shot himself in the face

He knows the consequence
I know ‘cause I taught him
I wish that you’d go away
It’s not like you tried to stop him
I have no money
I’ve so little to give
If this is all there is
I don’t wanna live

Assassinate what’s left of me
For I can’t do it myself
Organs sell for pretty pennies
For I am in good health

Mentally I’m gone
I want it done today
Just take out the trash
There’s nothing more to say

Organs sell for pretty pennies
I want to be dead
Just store my remains
For there will be plenty
Eleven minutes fly by like hours
Until one brave man sat down
Too bad he got picked to die

Applause!
More like pleading
Applause!
My hands are bleeding
Applause!

The clap came and went
The repetition made repent
The letters that I sent
Were open by that man again

Applause!
More like pleading
Applause!
My hands are bleeding
Applause!

What we have as a leader
A dictatorship demeanor
I could never leave her
‘Cause our country makes us cleaner
You are my pacemaker
Without you I will die
You are my lord and savior
Without you I will cry

You’re not like Jesus
You’re human like me
I don’t have much to say
But just wait and see

You are my pacemaker
Without you I will die
Just don’t ever leave me
Or I will get the knife

You’re not like Satan
You’re human just like me
I don’t have much to live for
Yet tomorrow starts another day
Without you
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