Don't look at me in the end my friend.
In the end when your lost.
Don't look at me in the end my friend,
in the end.
You know hope's just a word
it's a lie that you'd heard in your head.
While your dreaming of peace, the wind in a tree drops
dead.
So stop waiting, your waisting the time that you need
to be free.
As long as your feet stand still wathers will kill
while you flee.
The fist of a man that can't fight, must depend on his
wisdom inside.
Like father like son like a dream way beyond you
mind.
Do not believe in achieving a second change.
You know love's just a word,
for many who haven't heard it inside.
While your God weeps your soul keeps a teardrop thats
blinding the eye.
You shiver but no one can see that your brain is gone
by.
You fall on your knees but your heart can't say please
to a cry.
The song of your deepest desire, makes all of your
thougts getting higher.
Like words underneath has been melted by heat of your
mind.
So do not believe that your words are setting you
free.
The shooting of guns in the hands of young once, left
behind.
The fighting for peace with your tears of release will
be right.
The rulers the poor the sick and the cure combine.
Were loosers are winners and winners will loose all
there pride.
Coz the once with a miracle fill the riders of every
kill.
The pain of your friend and the blood on your hands
aside .
But do not believe your sences will ever hide.
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Don't look at me in the end my friend.
In the end when your lost.
Don't look at me in the end my friend,
in the end.
You know hope's just a word
it's a lie that you'd heard in your head.
While your dreaming of peace, the wind in a tree drops
dead.
So stop waiting, your waisting the time that you need
to be free.
As long as your feet stand still wathers will kill
while you flee.
The fist of a man that can't fight, must depend on his
wisdom inside.
Like father like son like a dream way beyond you
mind.
Do not believe in achieving a second change.
You know love's just a word,
for many who haven't heard it inside.
While your God weeps your soul keeps a teardrop thats
blinding the eye.
You shiver but no one can see that your brain is gone
by.
You fall on your knees but your heart can't say please
to a cry.
The song of your deepest desire, makes all of your
thougts getting higher.
Like words underneath has been melted by heat of your
mind.
So do not believe that your words are setting you
free.
The shooting of guns in the hands of young once, left
behind.
The fighting for peace with your tears of release will
be right.
The rulers the poor the sick and the cure combine.
Were loosers are winners and winners will loose all
there pride.
Coz the once with a miracle fill the riders of every
kill.
The pain of your friend and the blood on your hands
aside .
But do not believe your sences will ever hide.
In the end when your lost.
Don't look at me in the end my friend,
in the end.
You know hope's just a word
it's a lie that you'd heard in your head.
While your dreaming of peace, the wind in a tree drops
dead.
So stop waiting, your waisting the time that you need
to be free.
As long as your feet stand still wathers will kill
while you flee.
The fist of a man that can't fight, must depend on his
wisdom inside.
Like father like son like a dream way beyond you
mind.
Do not believe in achieving a second change.
You know love's just a word,
for many who haven't heard it inside.
While your God weeps your soul keeps a teardrop thats
blinding the eye.
You shiver but no one can see that your brain is gone
by.
You fall on your knees but your heart can't say please
to a cry.
The song of your deepest desire, makes all of your
thougts getting higher.
Like words underneath has been melted by heat of your
mind.
So do not believe that your words are setting you
free.
The shooting of guns in the hands of young once, left
behind.
The fighting for peace with your tears of release will
be right.
The rulers the poor the sick and the cure combine.
Were loosers are winners and winners will loose all
there pride.
Coz the once with a miracle fill the riders of every
kill.
The pain of your friend and the blood on your hands
aside .
But do not believe your sences will ever hide.