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grinder – hymn for the isolated lyrics

a hymn for the isolated
a wake up call for the conscience
a tear for the violated
an ear for the opposition
a smile for the crippled beggar
a little hope for the desperate
justice for the innocent
a hand reachin’ for the helpless
guess this shall never be
down in the streets
up in the flats
isolation taught us being p-ssive
the level of n-body cares
’bout someone dismembering his wife
neighbours gettin’ used to that stuff
i don’t give a
f-ck the scenery
the happenings inside their cages
fences
nothing but usual
rage, murder at the first floor
cops in the bas-m-nt
selling confiscated 4 h
guess this shall never be
the recently torn poor dude’s blood
decorating the pavement
i walk, nighttime, suicide
realize three guys out for a buck
to make themselves a living
killing environments
daddy’s mistreatin’ children
a hundred freaks rapin’ women
windows gettin’ closed
we don’t hear no
cries for help from the streets
deafened motherf-ckers
turning up their tvs

guess this shall never be
eye to eye
facing the disgusting daily rage
no one able to deal with his own mistakes
searching for a way to immortality
cages gettin’ built by your
i don’t give a f-ck mentality

- grinder lyrics

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