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You're on the run

Trying to make it

At least you're not on your own

And if you tried

You continuously forget it

You've got a life to go on

The self defense faith

Always the same bats

And what's the price just to live

A full of hate taste

And no answers to give

A new success

Gives you much more

And it's no game after all

Can't give it up

And there's only one direction

You've got to make

Always more

No thoughts of losing

The way truth is

And what's the price just to live

A full of hate taste

And no answers to give

Blindfighter, a bit

Blindfighter, a fight

But you feel that you're alone

Trying to hide that you're weak

Trapped inside

And there's noway

To turn your back to see

And nothing makes you feel happy

Eight empty days in a week

The other side of your chosen

Way of trying

Afraid to hear of your defeat

The self defense of faith

Always the same bait

And what's the price just to live

A full of hate taste

And no answers to give