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So you think you can rule all the fools Stayin' cool when the walls are coming down Got the world on a string, but your bird cannot sing All these men in the factory lines All the angels who fell from the skies You try to say hello- but they say goodbye We are just the silent masses The things we need are out of fashion And that Sunday clock keeps ticking out of time When the time is near and you close your eyes Fear is distant - and not to be found - you are bright as the sun When the time is up and you leave in silence You're flying in angel's embrace - like a sound bursts thru space That's how this story ends So you think you've got so much to give But the way you're controlled leaves you stiff You're a tool of the trade 'til the day that you die All these men in the factory lines All the angels who fell from the skies So you try say hello - but they say goodbye We are just the silent masses The things we do are out of fashion SongtexteAnd that Sunday clock keeps ticking out of time When the time is near and you close your eyes Fear is distant - and not to be found - you're bright as the sun When the time is up and you leave in silence You're flying in angel's embrace - like the sound bursts thru space That's how this story ends So you think you can rule all the fools Stayin' cool when the walls coming down All these men in the factory lines All the angels who fell from the skies In silent graveyards - they look for saviours The land where all the suffering's gone Aus Songtexte Mania