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On our way to enlightment
We've been guided by a dead hand
It's like a deaf man speaking
Or a mute man teaching
We have everything in excess
But that can not furfill us
and our tombestone will say
Too much wasn't enough
We buy stuff that we don't need
With money we don't have
To impress some people, that we don't even like
We underrate the weakest
And overrate the rich man
Thats why this world is our fault

As we close our eyes
We can see pur true face
when we cover our ears
we can hear the storm
As we growing older
We embrace the restlessness
And the more we open up
We feel the growing emptyness

We wear a blindfold

Most people are blind without knowing
They never saw themselfs
And they live their lives without questioning
It's a gift that we are able to doubt, but we don't make use of it
And we put our fate in the hand of strangers
We underrate the weakest
And overrate the rich man
Thats why this world is our fault.

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