I'll march ahead
Away from the light
It will take ages
And i don't even wonder why
Caught in the stream
Of a really bad water
I'm heading for the fiend
And subject to a slaughter
We keep doing
As we wanted
Without any feeling
We just keep doing
We know the target
We want the reaction
We just keep shooting
At the wrong direction
We're carrying a low caliber gun
And the chances are low
There is no mercy shot
And no time to reload
The wrong target
The wrong future
This one we learn to shoot
Like a sharp shooter
We are sharp shooters
For the wrong reason
And we shoot the wrong target
With the right precision
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