| Wake up, my child, hope is here
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| With the vengeance, we have no time to bleed
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| My only world filled with fear
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| I never saw the sower of the seed
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| Where is the world we had?
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| Who can ever save you and your little lives?
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| A child guides a child-guided child
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| A child is never guilty, but you should not run free
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| The grave is open, let us pray without remorse
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| Empty the cradle with fire for them once again
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| Why not look through your fingers what they’ve done?
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| Your own blood will clean the blood
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| For now the glory days are gone
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| It’s time for everyone
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| To think what we have done
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| Open your eyes and see, it’s not a dream
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| You aim for a common goal
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| You are one with your foe
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| If only we could wake up soon and scream
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| Abandoned, pleased, brainwashed, exploited
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| Madness has a reason
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| Throw money at the problem, and it will remain
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| Your life has no value for them
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| «Violate me and this never ends
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| My children will then hate you too»
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| Now, when it seems that we have nothing to believe in
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| Maybe we should be waiting for the rock to come
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| For our children soon have nothing they should learn |