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Will judgments from armchair experts
Teach you the ultimate truth...
His cradle stands close to his grave and
It stands on his own way.
Borrow from those, who give you a coin
And run from them through the mist and the rain.
Or it will be too late to run
Not from yourself and the others too.
Go fast, as fast as you possibly can?
Or else you stay for good in this dirt
You'll lose the better part of yourself
And you will not like what is left!
Comfort and career, be welcome!
A tiny cog in this business.
The wheels of it killing all hopes
You're lost in the mirror of visions.
Borrow from those, who give you a coin
And run from them through the mist and the rain.
Or it will be too late to run
Not from yourself and the others too.
Go fast, as fast as you possibly can?
Or else you stay for good in this dirt
You'll lose the better part of yourself
And you will not like what is left!
If you're a keyboard crusader.
Remember: the windmills have power!
The roads are mastered by walking
You leave your footprints behind.
What makes you so sinister,
The piper that leads us away?
Like rats, like children powerless
Into the last crusade…
Belief in dawn is unshakable
Even in long darkest nights,
Hey, don't be so sinister!
Let the rats go away!
Let all us run away...
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