| You asked me what’s wrong with the world
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| No one will answer but the master
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| That’s sit on the highchair
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| And watches the pain he will make
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| Searching solutions not for opinions
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| For stupid reasons you would kill
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| All the people around you without even blinking an eye
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| Now comes the time sorrow and pain in your mind
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| Now comes the time hands holding power are falling again
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| Running all alone on this path
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| On the way to hell you won’t listen to
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| All of the children that ask for an offer of help
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| So you kill them all nobody moves
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| But there’s something strange on their faces
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| Their eyes are so empty but still they’re directed to you
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| You can’t redeem your first attack
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| To late to bring the sunlight back
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| You can’t redeem your first attack
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| To late to bring the sunlight back
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| You asked me what’s wrong with the world
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| No one will answer but the master
|
| That’s sit on the highchair
|
| And watches the pain he will make
|
| Searching solutions not for opinions
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| For stupid reasons you would kill
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| All the people around you without even blinking an eye
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| Now comes the time sorrow and pain in your mind
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| Now comes the time hands holding power are falling again
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| You can’t redeem your first attack
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| To late to bring the sunlight back
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| You can’t redeem your first attack
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| To late to bring the sunlight back
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| In your eyes lies the mirror to the world you made
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| Show me reasons for an end |