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I know my way in this land of no return,

my only guidance is mister .cash-2-burn.,

I live a life here in which nothing is what it seems

the evil is good and reality consists of dreams.

Enemy; am I my own enemy?

Enemy; and is it livieng within?

Enemy; is it feeding on my purity?

Enemy; or am I living in sin?

I'm leading the rats with my words of perseverance.

Too bad they're all drowning in the goodness of my deliverance.

Just trying to help, can I drink of their forgiveness?

They say: .Our wells are dry, you should have acted with more swiftness.

But money's not the point, it comes down to what we choose for,

it's .Bank-account. or .Body-count.,

the people die outside the door!!!

Enemy: am I my own enemy?

Enemy: and am I livieng within?

Enemy; am I feeding on my purity?

Enemy; or is it you?

Laghing, crying, buying, dying,

the feelings that will grind you down

It's the equal evil inside us that burns a house or burns a town

A mediocre medicine that cheers us up, rots us to the core

When with blind eyes we see, bounded and gagged,

the people die outside the door

Enemy: are we ouro own enemy?

Enemy: are we killing to live?

Enemy: can we face this horrid reality?

Enemy: can we live with this guilt?

Or can dreams come true? I'm telling you:

.We're not our own enemy!!.