| Sur un sol couvert de cendres je parcours des rues désertes où seule la rumeur persiste et dans ce flot informe de mots, seuls les plus volatiles me parviennent les seuls que réellement je comprenne, c'est à ce moment là que je su, que je serai seul. |
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| I cough up grey dust i look up and see that all kings are dead and that we’re finally free i stare at the joy in everyone’s eyes they tell me they also can see it in mine am i dreaming? i must be dreaming! i always thought that there was more to life than money, and working that other things had value food under lock and key this can’t be this can’t be this can not be we’re finally free BUT I MUST BE DREAMING |
| All the world will be your enemy, prince of a thousand enemies. And when they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you; digger, listener, runner, prince with the swift warning. Be cunning, and full of tricks, and your people will never be destroyed. |
| I challenge this generation to expand our minds and seek truth for ourselves. I challenge this generation to not buy into the dreams set forth by man. I challenge this generation to suffer without luxury and lend our greedy hands. |
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