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Living in a circle full of pain
Looking forward to the end to come
No need listening to what you explain
We all know who are the responsible ones
They're laughing while we are lost
We'll pay the price they'll count the cost
On a summer's day we feel the frost
We'll pay the price they'll count the cost
How can we see when we are blind
If they are coming from behind
Sometimes it's hard for us to see
Why they break the creative spines and let us bleed
"There is no paradise to find
For that it's worth to bleed
Those who can't see will stay blind
Ignore this form of greed
What will it take to make 'em see
There's no land of dreams
A cheat can't end your poverty
By no manner of means"
... Still we're in a circle full of pain
Looking forward to the end to come
Nothing to lose and not a thing to gain
We all know who are the responsible ones