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"They"
This isn't heaven
Nobody would choose this
They have no morals
Where is their conscience?
They look at mirrors
And point at reflections
Screaming "They're heathens!
Not fit for redemption!"
As everyone's looking
But no one's a witness
They could kill thousands
Without any hitches
Always so serious
We're never playing
We keep on watching
Not saying a damn thing
Nobody would choose this
They have no morals
Where is their conscience?
They look at mirrors
And point at reflections
Screaming "They're heathens!
Not fit for redemption!"
As everyone's looking
But no one's a witness
They could kill thousands
Without any hitches
Always so serious
We're never playing
We keep on watching
Not saying a damn thing
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