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Must I be cruel to be kind towards me

Is what is true what is real

Different opinions are sold by the pound

While facts are revealed without sound

I knew it, I saw it, I heard it, I felt it

I'll never be the same again and I don't care

The overcrowded emptiness

Did make my hollow soul complete

What's been created

No one will believe

It is out on parole

My hollow soul

My hollow soul

A useless and cold hollow soul

We have to choose between evil and good

Thus far I have understood

But who can decide about where one should turn

When you're damned either way and must burn

No point to, keep trying, I sell out, they're buying

'll never be the same again and I don't care

The overcrowded emptiness

Did make my hollow soul complete

What's been created

No one will believe

It is out on parole

My hollow soul

My hollow soul

A useless and cold hollow soul

The overcrowded emptiness

Has made my hollow soul

What's been created

No one will believe

My hollow soul

My hollow soul

A useless and cold hollow soul

My hollow soul