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In the heart of pain is spoken
Of what is life composed?
And all the walking corpses broken
Look at their feelings imposed.

To hope, the corpses said
For happiness and good for all
But then with utmost dread
Find that your hands are oh so small

There is nothing that you can do
For your loved ones and lovers
For the world whips up a noxious brew
That rips off all the covers.

So off they wander in the night
Having to fight the fight.

Description
In the heart of pain is spoken
Of what is life composed?
And all the walking corpses broken
Look at their feelings imposed.

To hope, the corpses said
For happiness and good for all
But then with utmost dread
Find that your hands are oh so small

There is nothing that you can do
For your loved ones and lovers
For the world whips up a noxious brew
That rips off all the covers.

So off they wander in the night
Having to fight the fight.