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We hold the knife that cuts this thread of life so short Round up this precious little and kill it off for sport We all want world peace but we all want our guns Just in case of what we're not sure But a simple lie or a twist of fate won't make us hesitate We're the cause and effect All we deny and forget Won't disappear if we turn our eyes away We're tempting fate to bring us closer to God He turns away in shame All these burdens born come crashing down With no one left to blame Losing grip with humanity We look not upon our faults We just laugh them off like some sort of joke And exploit all we've lost Our tragic downfall is yet to be revealed But our tragic downfall is among us Pointing fingers makes for a better time Don't let that become us Reap what we sow Harvest hatred and woe Aus Songtexte Mania