The bad souls
Millions to multiply
Jumping to the wagons
Thinking of paradise
Too much sins
The road of nowhere
It is a lie for the fools
Without using their minds
No man can make a promise
The road to paradise
The bad politicians will claim
Every inch of the way
When the Devil takes them
They will scream, beg or cry
Afraid to sink in the lake of fire
The bad souls will realize too late
The bad souls
Alive better change their ways
The glitter of gold isn't paradise
It is good deed carrying the weight
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