I heard with open ears
Screaming souls cold
Sold in the shops
For the dead to claim
Sold in the shops of
Stupidity Street
I heard a story
Gushing from the wounds
And a sad tale it was
For it held a bitter end
Nothing to speak of in
Stupidity Street
I saw with open eyes
Coffins of the live
Sold in the shops
For the assasins to buy
Sold in the shops of
Stupidity Street
I saw a vision
The hearts in a cage
And in the bodies nothing
For the people to blame
Nothing for shame on
Stupidity Street
Screaming souls cold
Sold in the shops
For the dead to claim
Sold in the shops of
Stupidity Street
I heard a story
Gushing from the wounds
And a sad tale it was
For it held a bitter end
Nothing to speak of in
Stupidity Street
I saw with open eyes
Coffins of the live
Sold in the shops
For the assasins to buy
Sold in the shops of
Stupidity Street
I saw a vision
The hearts in a cage
And in the bodies nothing
For the people to blame
Nothing for shame on
Stupidity Street

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