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from Die Grosse Welt Gulag by Gulag a Go-Go

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Our skeletons are made of mirrors and glass
looking back at our haunted past
waiting for seven years to pass
waiting for seven years to pass

Our voices croak like the ravens
as we plead to get into heaven


Burn like a razor to the wrist


The atmosphere bleeds of burning hair
dead mothers rest under our floor boards
i can taste the anxious sweat in the air
families living life within amorphous contours

faces tattooed by the stains of child tears
were we ever really meant to be here?

There's a dead doctor at your doorstep
brain tumors from the secrets we kept
Killing men until their death
killing women until their death

Our lives consist of nothingness
Reality burns us at the wrist
This bastard's life is meaningless
Hope's of being granted eternal bliss...

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from Die Grosse Welt Gulag, released March 21, 2015

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