The blind people wander
towards some strange happiness
towards some world
that doesn't exist
They don't like strangers there
damn, you can't even fart there< br/>there all will be rolled smooth
burned to the bottom will be crucified
Who has the power to demand
our heads on a platter?
The black moon shines
everyone repeats the same song
the black moon shines
(Black, black moon shines!)
The black moon shines
and it removes all good
the black moon shines
(Black it's blacker!)
Paradise, a prison without walls
there is a guardian of morality
he doesn't want to take his holidays
other people's things are still his own
Faith, hope, love
their rates are falling
and the communion bread is rotting
in some devil's pocket
Who has the power, the power
to be the brother's keeper?
Who has the power, the power
to be the brother's keeper
who has the power to demand
our day on the platter
It scrolls through the old news
crashes past winter's snow< br/>it takes over for itself
I guess it has beautiful dreams

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