By the paths of the human race leaving bright trace,
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We're walking not by our will, not by our will.
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Someone always pulls our strings but we worship still
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Those who stand upon us high - they won't die
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Men who wants to smash the doubts and find the truth
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Wants to sure himself that's he's right his clothes're white
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Just invents an attitude & reason to bend
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Never thinks of fruits, he will reap, never goes deep
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Each one wants to be ruled wants to be fooled
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Don't lament for dead
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Devastated are your souls, mist's in your minds.
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Ruler's unseen, his way is free
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So better choose
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Whom to serve and to trust
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Though you will loose.
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Last Hope Of Suffered Soul
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| End Zone |
