Monday morning, now they come again
Red eyes cryin' for unhappiness
Always looking for the sense of life
And sain' to God I'm not satisfied
Dive in the sea, fell the cold tears of God
Notice the wind, let his blast to guide you
Scarecrows of happiness
Cryin' for hate is our effect
Menservants of stress
Why? We ever ask
Can't you see beyond the blindfold that yourself made?
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