our meaning is falling though everything we can see
through our glazed eyes we have cured our disease
be gone! We have said, we need you no more
your fictitious words can harm us no more
your hope is our folly, your love is a shame
the words you have spoken are foolish and vain
fairy tales! fairy tales! we shout through the night
as we hide in the darkness and strike in delight
we'll take his gold, we'll take his thing's
this is the life no values will bring
but in the name of progress we destroy his fame
and into the evening our hope shall fade
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