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I’m about to lose it
If another shit face is telling me about the preservation of western virtues,
because the truth is you are just afraid
Afraid of the unknown, afraid of losing what you exploited of craving back bones

We’ll let you die
We never really meant much to you
We’ll let you die
Otherwise you would’ve thought this through
We’ll let you die
That a refugee want’s the same rights like you, motherfucker

Dirty work isn’t done by a nation of poets and clerks
These aren’t our wars, these aren’t our problems
We whitewash our reputation in rifles and tank shell ammunition
Young turks are no longer the cancer to these politics, but mere an uninspired swarm  called anonymous

We’ll let you die
We never really meant much to you
We’ll let you die
Otherwise you would’ve thought this through
We’ll let you die
That a refugee want’s the same rights like you, motherfucker

You’re welcome as long as you’re helpfull
A generation of wallets immune to denazification
Scandalizing anything that isn’t worth mentioning
And you still have the guts to equalize us