The world is turning, turning round,
it keeps on spinning, wont slow down.

The world is moving much to fast,
i just dont know if i can last.

I feel my soul coming apart,
i beg and beg, touch no ones heart.

The world has cast me to the waves,
the cretures keep me as a slave.

To be the slave of these mad beasts,
makes me wish for deaths cold peace.

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