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What about the killers

What about the dreamers

What about the people who approve the war

What about the saviors

What about the blind people who see gods

What about the justice

What about the moon bliss

What about thr fact, there is an underdoll

What about the suffering

What about the damage around the world

And when the demon bless you too

The horseman start to hunting you

An old man lives to show the rules

Plagues unleashed from cloister

But no one can defame his face

In spite of his rotting raised

The end and blight on every place

Satan has become

And when the demon bless you too

The horseman start to hunting you

But no one can defame his face

In spite of his rotting raised

Staying quietly under your bed, YOUR

Waiting for you fall asleep MIND

But you never feel again IS

Mind men is DEAD

Nothing about killers

Nothing about dremamers

Nothing about people who approve the war

Nothing about saviors

Nothing about blind people who see gods

Nothing about about justice

Nothing about moon bliss

Nothing about facts, there is an underdoll

Nothing about suffering

Nothing about damage around the world