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Orð og lag: MC-Hár

Possible apologies of a different kind
pass into a dream where justice is blind
phantomine expressions of bitter hate
blurred by the vision of a cosmic state
penthouse reality of dreary lust
troubled by the boundaries of public must
crave for a world of dying faith
in the lack of other we copulate

We all living by a book of broken masses
We all turned on by a pool of broken glasses

Imaginery foe of a former friend
reeling with the feeling that cannot blend
paralised by hope of a different real
waiting anxiously for the cards I deal
dreams of a world of comic strip plots
polite congratulations and rougher cuts
lies of a nation called civilisation
crippling all others into utter damnation

We all living by a book of broken masses
We all turned on by a pool of broken glasses

Hands are made to wave

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