the CLONES project - 42 | Текст песни

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the crowd goes wild
a beasts surrounded me
just like a bunch of sheeps
without their point of view
they never mean to be free
sometimes it seems that they
just dont know what to do
where to go

and each of them pretending to be right
in solving a main question of the universe
the knowledge disappear with the morning light
mind covered up with fog of dumbness
and it s just because

you part of a crowd
lamb of your lord
answer should not been found
you have no question at all