| A tiny voice grips tight the word
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| And the holy ghost seems to appear
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| And nervous ears engulfed the stream
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| Ignorant minds in their own time
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| Salvation
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| Damnation
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| Dull puppets marching without plan
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| Can feel it
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| Have to believe it
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| There’s still a touch of truth somewhere
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| Try, rear up for one last time
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| Mendacity creeps out of their heads
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| Walled around from liar towers
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| And no white knight seems to to be there
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| Encountered entropy
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| Betrayers philosophy
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| And I realized there’s no space left for hope
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| If certainties fusing like snowflakes
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| If words don’t carry sense anymore
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| Who will dry the tears of tomorrow
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| And count all those tormented souls?
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| If moral becomes unsavory vicious
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| Than look around, they could be seduced
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| Sense this as a memory of tomorrow
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| Without a shadow of doubt
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| Without a shadow of…
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| No shout for a reverse
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| Talk to each other disappeared
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| A wall of lies before me
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| Ignorance this is your time
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| Can’t feel it
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| But like to believe it
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| That still a touch of hope is there
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| Not many left who stand behind her
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| Can truth survive in their hands
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| Dark stands the giant tower
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| Casts his shadows a’where
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| Lunacy now seizes power
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| No dissent left in the air
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| Try to see it
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| Hope to feel it
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| But no touch of hope left somewhere
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| Truth died in their liar towers
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| Who cares, no helping hand there
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| Unmasked they lost their power
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| But no white knight was there
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| This mental entropy
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| Disasters philosophy
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| And I realize there’s no space left for hope
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| If certainties fusing like snowflakes
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| If words don’t carry sense anymore
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| Who will dry the tears of tomorrow
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| And count all those tormented souls?
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| If moral becomes unsavory vicious
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| Than look around, they could be seduced
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| Sense this as a memory of tomorrow
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| Without a shadow of doubt
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| Without a shadow of doubt! |