אנה ברוטמן / My Nationalism |
You're dogging me
With a picture
Of my dead brother
Murdered by you
You preach that I
Should be just like him
You wish I was dead
But I will live through
So put up
With my existence
Put up
And shut up
And get out
Get out of my bisyness
And put up
And shut up
And shut up
You took my home
Hundreds of years ago
You took my heart
To feed on it
You put me in -
to cage of gold
Just gold- no life
you let me see
So I have closed
My heart and soul
And played with cards
You've given me
My fathers walked
Out in the sun
But in the cage
My mind is free
So put up
With my existence
Put up
And shut up
And get out
Get out of my business
And put up
And shut up
And shut up
So I had brain
For you to use
Each word I've said
You've turn against me
To kill my soul
You killed my flesh
I broke the cage
And ran free
And now you're mad
That I've survived
Afraid of you're own sins
'Cause on you're lies
You've built empires
That shake
When I am free
But I am not
Into revenge
Let me be left alone
Empires fall
And gold is vain
Your soul is what you own
So put up
With my existence
Put up
And shut up
And get out
Get out of my bisyness
And put up
And shut up
And shut up
Stop dogging me
With a picture
Of my dead brothers
Murdered by you
You only love us
When we are dead
But I will not die
And we will live through
היצירה לעיל הנה בדיונית וכל קשר בינה ובין
המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.
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