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As I touched the soil I felt they taught me to feel |
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And as I watched the sun I saw what they taught me to see |
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And as I smelled the air I smelled what they taught me to smell |
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But as I swallowed the lake I felt nothing for these was nothing they taught me |
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I don't belong to where I come from |
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With veins like roots reaching no water |
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I judge myself for being victim |
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I curse them for what they have taught me |
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I blame the gods for not intervening |
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I curse myself for judging the gods |
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I'm not bound to the hammer |
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I don't need a shepherd |
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What I need is spittle |
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From the serpent |
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As long as I've pulled my plough upon frozen soil |
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I was tormented by feelings of senselessness |
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But now the the ravens' rise - this is my harvest!!! |
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I see the boiling blood-fountains out of a reawakening earth! |
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May my muscles be ashes |
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To become one with the soil |
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May my excusing body |
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Fertilize the future grounds |
