| Taking in all I can see
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| I can’t see what’s ahead and I don’t want to see what’s lying behind
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| No way out and no way to stay
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| My reason is blind my reason is blind yeah
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| Always claim the road revenge
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| But the cry for vengeance only seems to lead to spilling more blood
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| Who can say how it began
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| What really counts is that nobody can say how it will end
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| You live in hell — you create hell
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| I ask you why, you say — I don’t know
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| All your brooks they speak of peace
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| But, murder and death seem to be the only things you want done
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| Must be something out of Kafka’s dreams
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| A never ending cycle of blood
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| Making men killing machines
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| Whose only goal is to add to the rising body count
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| You claim to kill in the name of god
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| For a god of peace he seems to revel in the seasons of blood
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| Never think about the end it is easier to hate than to live on in peace
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| Unleashed a violent rage
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| You don’t seem to mind and you don’t seem to need a good reason why
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| Looking for someone to hate
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| I see these lives I see to many lives wasted this way
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| All your leaders they are the same
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| Now one seeks peace not one seeks peace |