I could hear them speaking of those
"Good Old Days" that never were
who no longer live there.
It dwells in my heart, the eternal hate
Those hollow containers for souls To get your share just wait (and see) There are no strangers in this world
turns away the joys they shed
only bastards I haven't met
.and my skeptic way of thinking
It dwells in my heart, the eternal rage I'll throw the First Rock
And now I'll blast it on your face! I'll throw the first one You'll crumble to the ground I'll throw the First Rock
As I throw the rock that brings you
down.
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