Who feels under the rain a pain like in the sun
Your brain's pollution doesn't let you look around
And the sky open up, closing your mind
Needing for change while everything is painted black
Long road, the truth
So long the truth
The sky open up, closing your mind
Needing for change while everything is painted black
So long the truth
Run away from it
Break the chains and feel free
Evil rising is the clearest and dirty thing
Strange feeling, at my funeral... big nebula!!

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