When a man is just out for the power,
All his life, every day, every hour, -
He should be in the psychiatry,
Brainsick and sour.
It's a ghost living just for the money,
It's a cripple with a heart of a mummy.
Life's too short to cry, long enough to try.
Throw the first key into the sea of hate,
Throw the second key into the sea of fear,
Throw the third key into the sea of senselessness
And make the people hold each other's hands.
The fourth key belongs into the sea of greed,
And the fifth into the sea of ignorance,
Disease, disease, disease my friend,
For this whole world's in devil's hand.
Disease, disease, disease my friend,
Throw the key or you may die.
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