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Since all the birds are gone

there‘s no hope left in me

Some enjoyed the silence skies

while I‘m awaiting destiny

I remember all those days

all those colours all their shades

But december rain engraved

the trues into your face

No god no hand have cure

can heal your septic wounds

What we have killed your god

can‘t heal, it‘s over now

Your skin will bleed

your eyes will rain

Mother forgive our greed

your creation will cause your end

In the last fight we‘ve to stand a war against ourselves

But no winner takes it all

there‘ll be nothing left to mend

Your skin will bleed

your eyes will rain

Mother forgive our greed

your creation will cause your end

Be that as it may

our children want to stay

In your face, in your face