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Only few lend a hand, so little can be made

Nowhere I feel safe, nowhere I can hide

This trap one cannot leave, tentacles tight so hard

How much should I give to get a bit of warm?

Never again bring me this bunch of lies, never hug

Like the fly in golden web I’m stuck

Waiting for spiders that shorten this pain

Gone is the light that was caught by my eyes

The tide is coming

All seems to be fallen

Bloodbath’s boiling

The ballot was phoney

Old drummer, keep timing

Tho’ only few can hear the sound

Dust whirlin’, smiles frozen

Nothing will save us now

Brave heroes

Where are you?

Where has your spirit gone?

The zeroes

Come closer

Put wreath on your graves

The tide is coming

All seems to be fallen

Bloodbath’s boiling

The ballot was phoney