Tell me, what is right;
When there is nothing left?
When there's no end in sight?
A never-ending night.
But... Left, left, left!
Three lefts will make a right!
Then... Run, run, run.
Into the rising sun.
Feel the fire burn.
The happiness consume.
But if you start to learn,
Back to the darkness turn.
And you'll be... Wrong, wrong, wrong!
Three wrongs don't make a right!
Listen to the throng!
Their self-deluding song:
"We are right, right, right!
You can not contradict us!
And since might, makes, right;
We burn inside the light!
And it burns, burns, burns!
The joy of exaltation!
Never turn, turn, turn!
Just march into the ashes!"
What is it to live,
If marching towards the ashes?
Why is it wrong to fight;
To turn against the light?
So... Left, left... Twice.
I'll just be marching backwards.
So I... Guess... You're... Right...
I'm just a little...
Wrong.
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