The
back door is turned
The
sane leaders finally realize
In
the dreams they have seen
The
hell of an island burning high
The
money can't cure
The
burning souls crying for help
In
the grip of the satanic beats
Once
it enters it is the fake joy
The
back door is turned
The
sane leaders want to escape
The
heat has become unbearable
Masking
the lies and half truths
It
has burned the souls
Tearing
it skin by skin
The
cracking sound the fear in the eyes
As
it sounds the alarm to take flight
The
back door is turned
The
running footsteps can be heard
The
sane leaders want to escape
Be
the side of truth
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