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To all these days I come around

So many places I have found

Look right, look really very nice

But avarice take all away my pride

Diesel roar come down from the wasted hill

Chainsaw cries does all the forest kill

Oil tankers burst in the blue-flamed sea

In the air smoking haze of industry

I'm glad about the wheel in the sky

It gave me hope and makes me quiet

Apart the right things from the wrong

Or you'll die! We'll testify

Bring all your machinations in control

Before you took a self-made goal

Think to all the unborn childs

Give them a chance to live their certain life

Pollute water flow down the mountain brook

Rusted cars at all the ways you'll look

Solitude along the freeway edge

The crawl of death does everybody catch