| Bright star of foreign man,
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| your lies are all forgotten well
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| from crooked smile you draw a plan
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| of how to chime the Jewish knell
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| I am caught inside illusion of an illiterate mind,
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| I’ll cut my easy way out, force the foresight to bleed wine
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| Since God created hatred, Since Able cried to Cane
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| we’ve become the tools to our own demonic plans
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| Abomination of your soul
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| has granted life to Dead Man’s Dream
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| and through your sewn shut eyes
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| you’ll watch the dying of my sins
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| Sins are all told quick,
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| our annals repeat themselves again,
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| we only taught by stones and sticks,
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| indeed, the hardest way we learn
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| I am caught inside illusion of an illiterate mind,
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| I’ll cut my easy way out, force the foresight to bleed wine
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| Since God created hatred, Since Able cried to Cane
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| we’ve become the tools to our own demonic plans
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| Abomination of your soul
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| has granted life to Dead Man’s Dream
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| and through your sewn shut eyes
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| you’ll watch the dying of my sins
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| Between the Reichstag and the temples laid to rest
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| where the serpents slowly rebuild again their nests
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| Abomination of your soul
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| has granted life to Dead Man’s Dream,
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| an Inspiration born of hate,
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| too many years have sealed its fate |