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(Verse) Echoes ride, traps this crazy horse on Through attack and suicide of horse Only leaving chaos in his way now, Got a sack with no remorse. And I hear, yes, it's screaming out in pain. Full up to the grim ones satisfy you Too much is never quite enough. And it's one for one, every man for himself. It'd be fun when the world is yours to sell. And all the bounds in the city, And all the room no more, There's a reckoning call. No shame and no pity As far as I can see Look what you've done Take a look at what you've done. Won't let her up, every man for himself You don't give a damn, when the world is yours to sell. The world is yours to sell. Aus Songtexte Mania