Dear Hunter (The)

The Haves Have Naught
Just look at that shopkeeper peddling his wares Shouting his sales pitch, but nobody cares Don't you wonder what keeps him there, day after day? Begging for gold as his hair turns to gray Blindly they're bounding apace Starving for mercy in a merciless place Only a fool would make martyrs from heathens And find them so lively when they're barely breathing Just barely breathing Just look at that toymaker grinding his gears Turning no profit but he doesn't care He keep smiles on faces day after day The children keep sadness and suffering at bay Blissfully bounding apace Searching for mercy in a merciless place Only a monster makes fodder from saints And finds them so worthless when they're full of grace So full of grace But what better use of hookers and thieves Than greasing the wheels of perfect machines That hum into life a harmony of industry? But what is the use of cutting them down SongtexteTo smother and choke the soul of our town? I know there is another way But, what is so wrong with giving them purpose? (Just how could you weed them out?) (Degrading them without doubt) A man like yourself could give worth to the worthless (You're bleeding them dry) (They live and die like you and I) Without the guidance of rulers and tyrants (And under your guidance; the hands of a tyrant) These people will just tear themselves apart Just look at that charlatan steeped in deceit A threat to the young To the old and the meek Don't you wonder what made him So vicious, so sick? So far out of balance? So cruel and so callous? So married to malice? Aus Songtexte Mania