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Misery - a trace of what you did

Look at your world and try to find

Something worth living on

Something worth fighting on

Beside me, inside you

Good and evil hand in hand

Terror and madness, anger and pain

Cannot get rid of it all

Many signs and many promises

But still many wounds remain open

Children learn to use their fists and guns

"All for one" is what we used to say

Now, "All for me" is what we believe

And pain won't help it change