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While you're dying in the Third World
My conscience is a little dirty
I'm perhaps better off keeping intact
The boundaries of my reason
And even if all my loved ones give me total absolution
To purify my actions
You're dust for our race
Mist
Collateral damage ©ral
From the mist
Your freedom or my zeal
Your life or my pedestal
I always have trouble explaining how such a brutal drama occurred
May you become so normal
You're dust for our race
Mist
Collateral damage
Mist
While 'you die in the third world
I don't know what I have to do
Even if I give all my pennies during my entire existence
You come back to my conscience
Even if I put all my clothes in a little metal pot
You come back on my conscience
You're dust for our race
Mist
Collateral damage
Mist
You're dust for our race
Just collateral damage
T You're dust for our race
Just collateral damage