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We'll paint the gates goldAs the fallacies will grow oldA minor misconceptionOf what once was a wise man's homeA place where the heartless can stay coldIn a town where scoundrels can be soldIn a village that preys for evilAnd this is really a false attemptA matter of false pretenseAs a silhouette fills the dark lit tentA god passes down his judgmentSo you do, you like only you know, I know you can doI hope you know you just passed the truthIt was back to your leftSo take a seat in the back Of the chariotGrab the reins real tight And hope that you don't forgetThat decisions will be second-guessedBy those who cheer as you pass byFor you're a tree that's unique In the forest in which you lieAnd this is really a false attemptSongtexteA matter of false pretenseAs a silhouette fills the dim lit tentA god passes down his judgmentSo bow your chins to the thin of your chestTie weights to your eyes so your head can restI hope you know you just passed the truthThrow down your tattered remarksThen signal those who signal sirensDrive the raft to dryer land (x2)So you do, you like only you know I know you can do, I hope you know you justPassed the truth Aus Songtexte Mania