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Fugitive

Date Written: September 25, 2017

The clock strikes twelve
we are ready to go
We got sand on our feets
that sand white as snow

There are strangers in my house
with guns in their hands
There are strangers in my room
with blood on their face

And i feel
a little bit stronger
And i feel
eyes wide open
I feel
i don't care any longer
My path is clear
but my world is broken
i am here..

We are on our way now
to the greater escape,
we are on our way now
against ourselves.

We are leaving our places
all that ruins and borders,
we are leaving our breed
our sons and daughters

And i feel
a little bit stronger
And i feel
eyes wide open
I feel
i don't care any longer
My path is clear
but my world is broken
i am here..

That terrible sounds
of upcoming future,
that dirty wounds
of mindblowing torture.

There is emptyness in front of us
nothingess with boundries
There are flags behind us
flags of different countries

And i feel
a little bit stronger
And i feel
eyes wide open
I feel
i don't care any longer
My path is clear
but my world is broken
i am here..

Don't try to tell me
that everything is over,
we still can not find
our peace and cover.

My road is still empty
the goal is banished,
I will be here
when everything vanishes.

And i feel
a little bit stronger
And i feel
eyes wide open
I feel
i don't care any longer
My path is clear
but my world is broken
i am still here..

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