Good is done but not said
Some medals hang on
In the soul, not on the jacket
A hand that helps you get up
when you fall is a lot
More important than a thousand arms
Who kiss you when you are
Standing
This world may be hell
From another world
When the rich steal from the poor
We call it business.
When the poor defend themselves
This is called violence.
Always remember,
Rumors are being spread
By enemies
Spread by fools
And accepted by idiots
Coming from a good family
It's not growing up with money
It is to be nourished by a principle of value
This world may be hell
From another world
When the rich steal from the poor
We call it business.
When the poor defend themselves
This is called violence.
Isolation is a defense
Against the cruelty of the world
For there is no betrayal in solitude
To the lies of truth
I prefer the truth of dreams
The machine sucks us in
To the threshold of our own unconsciousness
This world may be hell
From another world
When the rich steal from the poor
We call it business.
When the poor defend themselves
This is called violence.
Being silent doesn't mean I have nothing to say.
This means you are not ready
to hear what I think
This world may be hell
From another world
When the rich steal from the poor
We call it business.
When the poor defend themselves
This is called violence.
Money is a number
And the numbers never end
If it takes money to be happy
Your search for happiness will never end
A perpetual moment will never make you
The time you wasted believing your illusion
It's a modern world
But who does not advance
It's a modern world
But who has no conscience
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[Pre-Intro]
[Guitar Solo]