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I have been told since I was born
that after death there is paradise
That god is one and he's my throne
that we all can live just once
I've been told that only one way is correct the other ways going straight to hell
But why I can't find my way?
Why i need to hear church's bell?
Why I can't follow my mind?
Why do you shape me like I'm clay ?
Why do you make me blind ?

they said that man was created perfect
Why I cant find a meaning in life?
Why I can't find answer which is correct?
Why you treate me like dog ?
Why something telling me to take a knife?
Why I can't see a funeral fog?
Why I don't feel my body?
Why I can't say my words?
Maybe i just need somebody,
Why I can't wake up with sounding of birds?

Maybe we are all lost in time,
Wr are only a small part of nature
We're just waiting our bedtime
We blindly hope for the future
We blindly hope for truth
But the truth is only our perception of her
We hope for long youth
But death is what I prefer

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