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People go to the wars

to kill their enemies

but when we kill our friends

we call it peace

Paradoxical speakers

for the third world war

give me a new way to

my freedom to come

Soldiers are betrayed

by their leaders

and the streets are plently

with politicans

Prophecy brought us

up to disaster

prostitution lead us

to this Heavens garden

Take my hand and be my friend

take my soul away, so far away

Take my hand and be my side

take my soul to the place where the evil cry

Freedom! A word that

everyone could say

Prison! A place where my soul lays!

Damned i`ve been

and i have to be

Escape my soul

from new lands misery!

There`s no freedom

taken by speeches

so take my soul

where i don`t know!

Take my hand and be my friend

take my soul away, so far away

Take my hand and be my side

take my soul to the place where the evil cry

Freedom! A word that

everyone could say

Prison! A place where my soul lays!