How much pain can the human mind take? All around you nothing but borderlines But are we all not the same? Dont ever cross those bloody lines How many are dead for lines on a map? A piece of paper and a bit of ink How much blood shed for lines on a map? Dont it make you think? How many are dead for lines on a map? A piece of paper and a bit of fucking ink How much blood shed for lines on a map? Dont it make you think? There is nothing gained from killing Over an imaginary line But graveyards full of dead men Fallen victims to their pride Nationalistic pride is the biggest lie That keeps us fighting one another But the truth they wont see is when we are cut we all bleed The blood is the same color How much pain can the human mind take? All around you nothing but borderlines But are we all not the same? Dont ever cross those bloody lines How many are dead for lines on a map? A piece of paper and a bit of ink How much blood shed for lines on a map? Dont it make you think? How many are dead for lines on a map? A piece of paper and a bit of fucking ink How much blood shed for lines on a map? Dont it make you think?
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