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The fear of the stranger

Hands on thumb screws

Soon we'll see

What became of you

The watcher waits for evidence

as he turns on the lights

Sure he can't say

Could it be for real?

So I obey

These visions I can't tell

And I will wash my hands of it

Renounced to feel

I will wash my hands of it!

Show pretended shame

Just to suffice

Say – you play the

Game – just like we do

Idyll’s legacy

good intentions ought to be

soon we’ll see, soon I'll play

good intentions make my day

Learned ignorance

Learned innocence

tools of unwitting bane

Hands are hidden, actions are for real

So I obey

These visions I can't tell

And I will wash my hands of it

Renounced to feel

I will wash my hands of it!

Show pretended shame

Idyll’s legacy

good intentions ought to be

soon we’ll see, soon I'll play

good intentions make my day

Sorrow's bane, makes my day