| This dream is filled with angry men
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| A world dreams all they do invent
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| A nation free from any heart
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| A lie that damned it from the start
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| A tower built in confidence
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| An abused mind can’t give a hand
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| There is no one to interfere
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| God is dead, you are still here
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| You are still here
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| As if by will
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| The time stood still
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| A tortured heart
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| Can see the start
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| The wonderland we’re living in Is deeply soaked with sin
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| An angry man once was a boy
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| The world you know is now his toy
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| Like in his past there is no choice
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| And he repeats with father’s voice
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| God is dead, you are still here
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| There is no one to interfere
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| God is dead, you are still here
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| Your thoughts are none of interest here
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| Go to hell if you feel fear
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| My dreams are locked in wonderland
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| Like this I held my father’s hand
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| So what goes up must then come down
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| The wind brings sand into the town
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| A dune will cover all the tears
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| What have you done in all these years?
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| God is dead, you are still here
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| What have you done in all these years?
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| God is dead, you are still here
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| There is no one to interfere
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| It’s over… |