LÅTTEXTER

KEEP ON DYING
That guy who always makes it is the demon in my mind.
Those kids who run the street now are a blessing for the guards.
I'm starving, can't you see?
That this desert is a plan.
My cell is in myself and it's a mirror of the state.

I just keep on dying.
Yeah, I keep on dying here.
My hope is really trying.
Oh, I'm so afraid of fear.
I just keep on dying.
Yeah, I keep on dying here.
Dying here...

He who pulls the string inside me teaches me to spy.
It gives me drugs and money, but my friends will never fly.
I'm reading secretly about the walls that hide the deep.
I'm hiding and I'm hiding, yeah,
I'm hiding from it all.

I just keep on dying.
Yeah, I keep on dying here.
My hope is really trying.
Oh, I'm so afraid of fear.
I just keep on dying.
Yeah, I keep on dying here.

You always told me to let things go,
so now I'm standing here whitout flow.
Let's make guerillas underground.
Let's paint grafitti on the White House.

I just keep on dying.
Yeah, I keep on dying here.
My hope is really trying.
Oh, I'm so afraid of fear.

I just keep on dying.
Yeah, I keep on dying here.
I just keep on dying.
Yeah, I keep on dying here.
My hope is really trying.
Oh, I'm so afraid of fear.
I just keep on dying.
Yeah, I keep on dying here.

Dying here
Dying here
Dying here
Dying here

I told you...I told you.

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