Waiting for Paradise
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Waiting for Paradise
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Hey brother this world is a playground
Where naughty children steal the other ones toys
Filthy faces digging in the dirt
Grey trenchcoates offer sweets to the boys
Hey sister this world is a whorehouse
Buy every ass pay every price
Pride dont exist its all for sale
On a king size bed we sacrefice
The rest of our honour for a cup filled with rice
Standing in the rain
Waiting for the paradise
Hey there people this world is a college lab
1000 white mice standing in line
Laboratory rabbits running in circles
With wires in their head they try to find
A way out of their cage to leave the torture behind
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