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As written in the booklet:

Eyes open

The news pried open the locks of my awareness

I have no secrets

Well, unless one could call my ability to break moments into pieces one

All it takes is a one, maybe two wrongly selected words

I am meant a receiver, a filler of silences at best

Receiver, on this day

Not of wrath but deepest ignorance

As a servant of guilt, so heavy it will sicken to a cancer

You refused to breathe as if air was the devil's kiss

You refused all light as it had come with the end

I watch the news

Regularly

And I imagine how entire nations compare to me

How badly placed bombs can do harm in the same way as my words

Well, just keep in mind the scale of things, OK

How I have no nerve to reach in, and crack the really difficult problems

Apart from getting mad at them, maybe

Yeah, if I had a shotgun, I would be interested using it for solving some problems

See if they'd come back

Ha

Receiver, on this day

Not a far cry from madness

As a host for guilt, so heavy it will sicken to a cancer

You refused to breathe as if air was the devil's kiss

You refused all light as it had come with the end

Guilt

It is all over the air like a scent having come with the light as it were the god that had come to lick us back to it's darkness

Which it has plenty