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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...