We are the dead
We are the outcast, exiled, rejects
We are the dead, dead, dead
But we are not alone
Closed in by walls of pain
Then told to rehabilitate
Bound by concrete with no outlet to recover
Fed nothing but trash then declared to be unhealthy
Stripped of all we had
Then told to find our way out of this hell ourselves
To function requirеs resistance
And to thrive rеquires total defiance
Locked away, buried underground
Still finding hope when we're beaten down
We are the dead
We are the outcast, exiled, rejects
We are the dead, dead, dead
But we are not alone
To function requires resistance
And to thrive requires total defiance
Total defiance
Though the design is for us to fall
Deeper into darkness and lose it all
There's a depth within humanity
That I never knew while I was free
Put in a shallow grave
With a number to replace our name
But no one checked if we're alive
So from a common burial we rise
Locked away, buried underground
Still finding hope when we're beaten down
We are the dead
We are the outcast, exiled
But we are not alone
Outcast, exiled
But we are not alone
Anigdotas svezus.
Susitinka daugiakalbio kiemo draugai po 40 metu.
Ei, Pietka, laikrasciai rase kad buvai CMO o dabar savo koncerne tapai CEO?
-Ei, Rimka, tu visada buvai man čmo. Jau 40 metu likai CMO uz tai tave toki ir myliu (absikabina dviese)
Iš tikrųjų paveikslo apimties neribojimas tampa problema, nes jei atsimenat, aš irgi buvau pasimovęs ant jos. Bet išmokau ją sutvarkyt, tiesa, reitingo taškus tik sau tegalėjau sutvarkyt, nes narys pats turi išsitrint redaguodamas tuos paveikslus.
Silentist komentarai su be galo dideliais vaizdais laužė tą temą. Komentarus ištryniau (sorry Rimai, bet taip tik galėjau išspręst problemą), tad turėtų veikt. Deja tik tas perdėtai didelis reitingo taškų kiekis pasiliko...