Flowers For Whores - Live Together, Die Alone | Текст песни

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A frozen line of cars after the electric charge, which wasn't the impulse of a higher power, but a hand of fate.
More than the feeling of desperation the people fed on TV news about the floods experienced. They remained still, fascinated by the perfect symmetry of the apocalypse, which was at that moment just as beautiful as the mountains where more sensitive souls were bawling out their insides. With a vision of withered nerves and falling meat, they stood pinned to the motorway, following the glowing blaze,which hand in hand with the pressure wave,turned to dust those who were trying to escape in the vain hope their legs and fear would be quicker than death. The beauty of that moment is both many formed and universal. At moments like these you forget your flag.You only see the prosperity of those who abused others confidence. At moments like these,you find equality between Ethiopia and Sweden


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