The men arrived yesterday
My wings they tied up with a rope
You know that they rifled every little joy
And broke my very last hope
Dr. Caligari, they all look like
Squashing the people, savouring their blood sports
- You better stay at you [A7dug-out
Or you [A7likely will get hurt
So come, come Morρheus
Please end my [A]ɾestless nights
Help me live far beyond chaos
In any place that´s surely free from blight
The swastika´s the symbol of the sway
And there are guards standing by the door
Boy, I would ɾather hide away
Plunge beneath my [A]sweet, sweet scores
And underneath the god´s wrath
A man appears, he´s got [Fm7]a function
He is holding aloft a torch
I guess he talks about destɾuction
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