..meets the good ole angel...
John Doe:
I decided to go on though it hurt me so
You lost your memory and I lost my soul
Was it good, was it bad, was it just the same
Through the past darkly, and we lost the game
I never realized how things really went
And where this angel is, and what she meant
She said we were in the land of metals
And we made the wrong decision and we found only death
The Angel:
World - you see - is in your eyes
You see the truth and you see the lies
How come is the world so bad?
It's up to you what you want to add
John Doe:
But you see, this poor friend, how is he now?
He's in the world of confusion - deep in the mud
How can you tell it's own fault what he did?
You made a yell of death and then he was hid
How can you tell it was right what you did?
You took us away from our normal trip
It makes no sense to come here to die
Is there sense at all, should I still try?
The Angel:
World - you see - is in your eyes
He will be well, he can feel his files
In this place on one can die
It's up to you, if you want to lie
John Doe:
(Everyday you want to survive)
We are poor, lost soldiers and we don't know how
We can pass this test we are in, now
We are living in the land of poverty
We don't even know if
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