Like other millions
I'm nailed with questions to my cross
can someone please release my mind from thinking on and on
the worship of the violence holds a key to our great misunderstanding
here began the endless story of the lies
who never hears will never learn to bend himself before the power of the chance
the war with ignorance is no longer worth an effort
walk gingerly along the way of thousand dead ends where the dreams became the ashes and the ashes now are nothing but the dust
who cannot fly will never learn
set carefully your feet on the land where ice-cold angels are whispering curses to the earth
like other thousands I'm hanging desperate in my knot will somebody forgive me seeking fortune on my own
the mocking of the silence tied and chained us
with rotten heartstrings of the weak
who never asks will never fear to hide himself behind the beauty of the might
praise the greater ones for keeping us alive
praise the elder ones for poisoning the air
with the venom of complaining
praise stupidity like gift of heaven
with the sweetest bliss of ignorance you'll breath one minute longer
why is there no reason to keep on fighting?
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