We all have to climb a ladder
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Don't use the one-way street to hell
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Friends deceive without cold sweat
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Tell me what we're fighting for
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Kicking chumbs like wretched sinners
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Praise ourselves to the highest point
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God said he would send the messiah
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But Satan closed the door
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No more compromise, we pay the price
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Make everything undone
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We're ready for sacrifice
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[Chorus:]
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Reach out your hand, you'll be the winner
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Let's try to catch the caravan of lies
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If you stay so blind, you'll be the sinner
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We have to change to be born again
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Like a sniper fire of demons
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When we're merging our souls
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We shed the blood of our saviour
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Blind leading the blind
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Here we stand as reborn brothers
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No more chasing our tails
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Try to find the kingdom of perception
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But no one sees the sign
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No more disguise, let's realise
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Let's go against the grain and try to optimise
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The Winner
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| Roland Grapow |
