The world is filled with people who are no longer needed-and who try to make slaves of all of us. And…

The world is filled with people who are no longer needed-and who try to make slaves of all of us. And they have their music and we have ours-theirs, the wasted songs of a superstitous nightmare. And without their musical and ideological miscarriages to compare our songs of freedom to, we’d not have any oppposite to compare music with. And like the drifting wind, hitting no obstacle, we’d never know it’s, it’s power

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