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So this is what they call the war - what's everyone so excited for?

And in the end you call me friend; an easy word when words mean nothing,

Well, I can't sleep and I can't breathe,

You stand so close that I can't see anything outside of me.

Outside my window I feel that wind blow,

Outside my window, outside my door, by my door.

What Marx and Nietzsche and Freud? - To me: dead philosophers, dead philosophy,

And in the end, reason suspend,

You know it all, and all is nothing,

I can't hate and I can't breathe,

You bring me pain and I'll bring seed,

Everywhere outside of me.

Outside my window I feel that wind blow,

Outside my window, outside my door, outside my door.

Outside my window I feel that wind blow,

Outside my window, outside my door,

Outside my window, I feel that wind blow,

Outside my window, window, window.