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Buried

from Desolation by Carey

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Marching with pics through the grey landscape, in these cold mines was lying a collective fate. Black hands. Chapped hands... Sixteen hours a day, six days a week, working, young & old, for someone we'll never know; and never see. Twenty five bucks a week in a total lack of security. Killing ourselves slowly in the name of this "white gold". Boiling point. "Money also has it's concentration camps". Melting point. We are their slaves, the jews of these concentration camps. There were mines everywhere, thirteen mines and they were all cursed, so was our minds. An illusion of prosperity blinded us from the crimes. Boiling point, from this soil would never come asbestos. Melting point, this economy would be nothing but dust. I'm 89 now, feel old, jaded and pissed, I feel exhausted and my tired heart is sick. My time in the mines left me without a kiss, with a lung cancer as a result of a life of risks. I can barely breathe, my wife died of it. One foot in a casket, I'm also cursed of this. This is the story of a dead romantic, my broken heart is buried in a mine pit.

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from Desolation, released March 22, 2013

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