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The wrong time, the wrong place

Our smiling face of distrust

Buried, the sand deep in all our hands

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? [x4]

The lust denies the need [x5]

Existence is the steady flow,

The moulded image grows

No care, 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?