The
darkness has left
Left
its castle to spread its bad
Bad
soaring high in the night sky
Sky
eyes of red jealousy mounts
Mounts
can't take a backseat
Backseat
smells of the bad aroma
Aroma
of burning rotten flesh
Flesh
in the trade cash in the till
Till
the morning of the light
Light
penetrates deep in the mind
Mind
your business seems the way
Way
of the darkness soaring high
High
in the corridor of power
Power
makes the mind go bad
Bad
soaring in cash of exchanges
Exchanges
of souls the bad scores
Scores
of light awakens in the minds
Minds
seek the truth to be free
Free
in the souls let the light glow
Glow
in the darkness the souls will be free
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