Only the lonely control our device
Only the lonely undress our disguise
A statue to raise, a martyr to praise
Like masses cry, when tyrants die
I go
I go away
Nothing is sacred, when hatred expands
Only the lonely are promised the land
The pressure is high, the fission goes by
Like Kafka wrote, I sing my notes
I go
I go away…
I travel alone, I find my way home,
Alive or dead for years ahead
I go
I go away…
Follow the masses, the class of the crowd
Distance your ego be patient, stay proud
A statue to raise, a martyr to praise
Like masses cry, when tyrants die
I go
I go away
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