| Have you not wondered what the world is really like;
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| How it would look through happy eyes?
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| For you it’s just a judgement on yourself. |
| — It is not there at all
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| It’s merciless and were it outside you, you should indeed be fearful
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| Outside’s just the untruth
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| So it was you, who made it merciless
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| It is not there at all
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| It is not there at all — just a picture of what you think you are
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| Of how you see yourself, of how you see yourself
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| A simple question yet remains and needs an answer
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| Do you like what you have made -a world of murder and hate?
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| A simple question yet remains and needs an answer
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| Do you know that you have made — a world of murder and hate?
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| A simple question yet remains and needs an answer
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| Now tell me why do you like what you have made
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| You thread your timid way through constant dangers
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| Alone and frightened, hoping that death will wait a little longer
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| Before it overtakes you
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| Yet fear’s insanity, yet fear’s insanity
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| If you change your perspective you would agree
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| Cause it was you, who made it frightful. |
| — it is not there at all |