Preferred Band/Artist: The Soil
The noise of the flakes
Off the rust on my armour
I don't hear
Where I come from
We don't know fear
Look at all these people
I'm not alone
Forget this evil
She is not my home
We don't don't talk about feelings
We're so strong, all the time
We don't have time to cry
We are man
Breaking man
Under rugs of smiling faces
Pretend we don't see the dirt
Only honesty can really hurt
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