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All eyes fixed to a permanent setting, a brilliant blinding display, The onset of progress, a human betrayal, The world that we left in our wake. Find religion, it's every succession, in dead congregation, assume the position. And a prayer for the many and shiftless who cower in corners and make it all possible. There is a faith so inviting, it turns one away, A reason to feed upon others, a judgment that maims. But ours is a path, straight and thin, traveled by few, Led by the flame, lit within, heavy as stone, as boulders, Content to stand, stand on our own, as oceans, a steady mass, Ours is a dream, ours is united, by every (wo)man, Sure as an orbit we forward together without relent, no end. All eyes fixed to a permanent setting, fixed like a drug to the blood, A permanent course to the end of existence, setting on us like the sun, And the world is a stage for the opulent, A private performance, the rest of us audience, And a cheer for the many and shiftless who sit in the darkness and make it all possible, There is an empty assurance, a wealth that exceeds, So many dead in direction, to sighted to see, But ours is a path.... Sure as an orbit we're subject to nothing but this Aus Songtexte Mania