| When he’s sitting behind grey walls so naked
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| All the barbed wires round his life
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| Twisted into a rope without compassion for him
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| Give a fool enough rope and he’ll hang himself
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| For the jailers it’s clear they act in the law’s name
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| They can’t conceive what’s right, what’s wrong indeed
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| Wretched figures through spyholes ghostly echoes announce
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| The trap door to hell can’t be far away
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| Striver stands, lies and sits in his cell and is full of fear
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| When someone unlocks his cell without an actual key
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| Scheleton’s eyes are smiling, the smile of eternity
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| He enters the room in order to explain what’s coming
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| Now the die is cast, it is on the record
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| Call it fate, call it death
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| It’s just a time game
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| Can you see what it means to be called to account
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| To be called to account by society
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| They’ve got their codes and ethics, logic laws
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| But they don’t give a single damn for me
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| Striver stood, lay and sat in his cell and was full of fear
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| When someone unlocked his cell without an actual key
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| Scheleton’s eyes are smiling, the smile of eternity
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| He entered the room in order to explain what was coming
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| Now the die is cast, it is on the record
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| Call it fate, call it death
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| It’s just a time game
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| They’ve got their codes and ethics, logic laws
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| They’ve got their codes and ethics, logic laws
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| They’ve got their codes and ethics, logic laws
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| But they don’t give a single damn for me |