The
black dogs are afraid
They
don't want to live on the streets
They
have lived the luxurious life
They
can't smell the bad days
The
selling of souls
The
short works to paradise
This
is what they think
If
only they realize the bad
The
lies in the air
The
words they say
They
can't pull back
It
will bite them
The
black dogs roar
In
the big crowd on stage
They
wag their tails
They
jump for joy
But
joy is short lived
The
stage collapses
They
will see stars
Burying
deep underground
The
truth will shoot high
It
will blossom like the flowers
When
the sunshine glows in the sky
The
blades of rays hope of paradise
The
black dogs only whimper
Slowly
the heavy loads crushed them
It
brings down an era of lies
The
truth finally buries them for good
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