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The wrong time, the wrong place

Our smiling face of distrust

Buried, the seed deep in all our heads

Prepared ourselves for the fall

The greed killing

Instinct to mistrust

Instinct, the lust

Their butchery of feelings

Geared for the greed killing

The greed killing

Not now, then when?

Not now, then when?

When?

The lust denies the need

Existence is a steady flow

The moulded image grows

No core, no faith in what you are

The pressure builds right from the start

Could it be just sour grapes?

Or have we failed to fit their shape?

It's always give and never take

How much more can we give?

How much more can we take?