Frontman is dead, there's no one to follow
behind the general emptyness growths
he is not that, he cut flowering gardens
and now the desert surrounds a dark stain
where are my soldiers?
where are my soldiers?
where are my soldiers?
they all just have another face
they all just have another face
they all just have another face
they all just have another face
beLIEve he's not that, he's cut flowering gardens
and now that desert surrounds the dark stain
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