As the lights begin to fade
And the dreams rule my being again
I think in all that's kept untold
Classified folders…
Move on, innoxiously living
dream on, trusting the next day we´ll be there
and at night you pray to God
and no one who listens
The world is not like you may think
The only way to call its
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The truth is hidden from us all
It holds the keys to the meaning of life
the elders holding up their thrones
Just a new way of slavery
Rains down
Unconsciously living
Fade out
Wash away in the clay
now a number not a name
Your soul is burning
1.- you're not allowed to know the truth
2.- the rulers plan is to prevail
3.- and as the end is almost here
4.- you really think this tale is.
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