"Down under the night sky I lay in wait Praying to whoever will listen to me. I'd fashioned my own cross, Been crushed by its weight. There's no stronger message Than dirt in your face.
I've seen down the end of the road I deal in a different story, oh I will never let go again I feel it in my bones, bones, bones, bones I feel it in my bones, bones, bones, bones I'll do this on my own, own, own, own, bones, bones, o-oh
They say the spirit's willing But the flesh is always weak I found everything I needed Right beneath my skin, oh
I've seen down the end of the road I deal in a different story, oh I will never let go again I feel it in my bones, bones, bones, bones I feel it in my bones, bones, bones, bones I'll do this on my own.
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We're all architects of our own private hell. No one can hurt us like we've hurt ourselves.
I've seen down the end of the road I deal in a different story, oh I will never let go again I feel it in my bones, bones, bones, bones I feel it in my bones, bones, bones, bones I know I'm not alone (o-oh, bones, bones, o-oh, no)"
Se ei ole se ulkonäkö tärkein asia minkä suhteen neegeröt ei ole samanlaisia kuin mä ja miksi heitä karsastan. On yksinkertaisia ja ankeita valkoisiakin mutta missä piileskelee musta älymystö?
>>398046 Joskus tapahtuu mutaatio, erittäin harvinaista mustilla, mutta niilläkin on joillain korkea koulutus ja ovat hyvin älykkäitä. Itse en ole törmännyt tapauksiin, joten tämä on vain mitä olen lukenut.