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This life ache

from Desolation by Carey

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We are mindless frenchies working for an english elite. A separation in cultures, a wound that'll never be sutured. This schism of the cities is carved into concrete. Don't ever cross the line, you'd be the feast for vultures. Self-segregate this city built out of dust. Spiting in their soup to have some more, guilty of money lust. Non-flammable empire, driven by an iron fist. We are living numbers on their endless price lists. It's getting harder and harder to breathe in this discomfort but the owners keep the truth distorted in the reports. Harder and harder to live in this discontent but the owners keep on pushing us toward dissent. Boss and miners do not live in the same area they don't attend the same churches. They didn't see the seven coffins we saw. We will never know the result of their researches.

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from Desolation, released March 22, 2013

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