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Heads of motionless men are bending Over the receding ground Useless hands are laid on knees It will be so nice to shoo them down Back to cruelty Back to cruelty Four these fat men cut off from real life By connected filters set in line Tone down the keenness of their sight To dull just like a blunted knife Back to cruelty when starvation is staged Back to cruelty to make up for their tedious lives Back to bruelty, back to cruelty