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Plague of Crusades



We’re all screaming
You’re all dreaming

Just close your eyes
Just don’t believe
You just think we’re telling lies
Yeah, that’s all we’re speaking
You don’t receive
The pain we are suffering

Don’t sacrifice another pawn
You’ll soon see the dark of our dawn
Hear our screaming
The blood is streaming
Down our broken hands
Now you see the dying lands
You gouge out your eyes
Escape to your lies

You’re all running
Not so cunning
Sirens are blaring
The people are staring.

Angel teardrops pour down on me.
The people can see.
For in the sky,
Flares the fire.
The angel’s choir
Screams your beautiful lie.

Sing angels, sing.
Spread you deceitful wings.
It’s just a game of pick-up-sticks.
Played by ******** lunatics.
Never even noticed, you’re breaking down.
Losing consciousness ‘cause you can’t turn around.

Ring our voices on deaf ears.
Having a feeling, no one cares.
Craving for more, losing your mind.
Walking on water; now you’re crossing lines.
Miracle worker, you’re out of time.
Can’t go back to your lies.

Those carousels in the sky
You made them with corrupt eyes.