| Please let me introduce myself I’m simply a man of our time
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| Confused and bewildered I seem to live without reason nor rhyme
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| Betrayed by a system I’d given up trying to change
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| Let me tell you now for nothing, I’m back in the game
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| I’ve gorged on the knowledge feasted on the digital feed
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| I’ve discerned through my wisdom that all cannot be believed
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| I’ve reached the conclusion that we have all been deceived
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| And that our freedoms and democracy are not what they seem
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| Weltschmerz, weltschmerz, weltschmerz
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| I am a grey bearded warrior, a poet of no mean acclaim
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| My words are my weapons that I proffer with disdain
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| My melancholy aspect is something you can’t disregard
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| My motives you cannot question nor my strong sense of right and wrong
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| I’ve formed the opinion that things can’t stay as they are
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| My anger and my fury trapped like a wasp in a jar
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| It’s never too late to make a brave new start
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| When the revolution is called I will play my part
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| Weltschmerz weltschmerz, weltschmerz
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| There was a time my moral compass was spinning out of control
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| I retired from the barricades, dug myself a very deep hole
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| I came to in a country I once considered a home
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| That has been lost to the scoundrels and the rogues and a circus of clowns
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| The heavens roll thunder, I raise my face to the rain
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| With my feet in cold ashes of all that remains
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| If we’d listened to the children and heeded their call
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| Risen to the challenge at an earlier bell
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| The fight isn’t over, this war still has to be won
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| On an unlevel playing field the conflicts rage on
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| Stand up to be counted, stand up to be heard
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| Stand up at the barricades stand up for your world
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| Weltschmerz — the homeless and starving
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| Weltschmerz — the bombed and the burnt
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| Weltschmerz — the poor and the lonely
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| Weltschmerz — the forgotten and spurned
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| The shells of cathedrals, the yellowing grass
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| The plum dark tornadoes, fluttering flags
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| The queues at the foodbanks, the raging typhoons
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| The gangs on the corner, the shadows that groom
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| The fading of dahlias, the forests of fire
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| The walls in the desert
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| The rapture is near |