Another story not to tell
Another path not to walk on
To be sane among the madmen
Creeping on the lies already said

Incriminating the fools
Persecuting the sinners

In every single sight of a man who’s going to die
Whan his head is on the gallows and he looks in the hangman’s eyes
There’s a shade of resignation for a fate he can control...no more

Incriminating the fools
Persecuting the sinners
They have just granted your will
In the name of a god the have already killed

A scream for my dementia
That chokes my hope
No fear, no blood
But loneliness...
I can see no way
To escape from myself
Help me, my friend
...Where are you...

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