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They don't look in the eyes,
They are afraid of words.
Their black complexion and coal eyes,
The privilege a raven.
All attempts are vain,
They never will change.
[ this beginning of the end ]
Each of them the traitor,
Each of them the liar.
It's their antiworld,
It's their black hole.
It's a vicious circle,
In wich they wait for a miracle.
They are dared,
But inside they are scared.
They speak : " friends "
But actually mean : " enemies "
All attempts are vain,
They never will change.
[ it's the end of the beginning ]
Each of them afraid to make a step in forward,
Each of them the coward.
It's their antiworld,
It's their black hole.
It's a vicious circle,
In which they wait for a miracle.