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A group of microbes on a grain of dust

ביקורת

Created by their destiny
They're born, they burn, they die
All live, to live in missery
Escaping from their lie

Calm your feelings

There's no need to worry
There's no need to be sad
There's no need saying sorry
After all, we all will be glad

Common dream

You are here by your own
Just sitting there alone
What's false and what is true
You'll never get the clue

I'm glad

I am glad that you cut your wings
just before the huricane
And I'm glad that you full of hate,
empty of what you won't gain

Lost

I found myself crying and laughing
Suddenly everything turned to be nothing
The hope I was given is gone, it's none
Yet only one thing is now shall be done

Seeking the truth, yet human

And you've found the light in eternity night
And you've reachet the top of the endless fall
Seeking the truth, yet human
Hiding the truth, yet human