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The Curse On Earth
A rope hangs in the room - the disease that has no cure
 Rushed time, short lives of the premature
 Small girls and boys born into an early death
 And theres no life in those who are left
 The plague that occures in so many bodies
 And soon they all fall down to the cemetries
 The generations of the depressed age
 The overdosed, underweight and cut wirsts stage
 The tortured souls of the men and women who go
 Because they see no other hope.
  
 A march of office drones - the disease that has no cure
 And I watch the race onwards to a 'beautiful' future
 The big greedy men with their suits of black and grey
 Throw themsleves at green paper gems of today
 God may of been a man who travelled back in time 
 So he can warn the years to come for human kind
 And hell is just an image of where he is from
 But we keep on building our fate in sin and stone
 Our Economy and Cities are eating us alive
 The Goverment and Companies crushing our rights.
 
 
 Modelling and media - the disease that has no cure
 Making each and every teengager feel insecure
 Beautiful girls with porcelien skin and dark eyes
 Suck in their hollow cheeks, blow a kiss goodbye
 Goodbye to their wings of individuality
 For they are not needed to fit into society
 Can you feel the constriction on you
 because its not perfect, because its true
 You need your curvy figure, shaved legs, skinny waist
 You need your healthy long locks and your fake face 
 
 
 Our purpousful wars - a disesase that has no cure
 Little men pick themselves off of the floor
 Take their axes and chop away at the woods
 The animals would flee if they could
 And soilders take another shot at the enemy
 Innocent men killed in the name of their country
 Bombs land on the surface and in the sea
 Scarring the Earths skin as we please
 And we keep fighting; The Earth, siblings and mothers
 Mother nature, strangers, oursleves and eachover
 
 A disease that has no cure
 It'll roam the earth forever more
 And what can the scientists and doctors do
 Even if the authorites knew
 How do we get rid of this disgusting plague
 This ill deamon spawn - the human race.

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