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me and my missile shield

just leave a message a the tone

nihilist dance in a paper work world

never borrow you anymore

never call you anymore

never touch you anymore

in a tasted blimp

in a backward recording

when they talk about fear

when they sell you fear

foreign beauty just fade away

fade away and again

missile shield have been krafted

wall builders from the past

now build wall in our mind

now we must invent

someone to bomb us