Crazy people in this crazy world,
They don't know where they're going,
But they go there all the time.
Always getting there
Always doing what they're told.
Not one of them speaks up,
Not one of them is bold.
Only one with the power to find the truth,
Only one with the knowledge and the answers to their pain.
He's te sitting beside you,
The one who hides his face.
The one who doesn't seem to care,
But watches all the time.
Figuring out what's wrong with the world.
He knows all the time,
That all will fail,
All will fall.
And at the end we will all come togther,
One and all.
But it will be to late.
The end will be near.
Too late to find each other,
When only some will cheer.
The ones who knew that this day would come.
When nobody could hide,
But they will still run.

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