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I battle with these demons as I toss and turn at night A bitter taste in my mouth And then a blast of blinding light I see it all laid to waste in a view from the end of the world Five billion souls incinerated in the doom of the gods 600 years of progress lost because of you Can I get reparations to make up for this abuse? I want some flying cars, a ticket to the stars Or even just a world without religious wars But this bitch ain't stacked in my favor We race towards the end of days And while you pave way for your savior, I fear the rationality of the faithfully insane Still a credit to your ruse, what a beautiful excuse To never open up your eyes and see the things you lose Just climb the beanstalk when you die and meet the giant in the sky Aus Songtexte Mania