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To bring the high ones to the ground It is no problem for you to turn their mood around Pessimistic freak you live in fear The set is prearranged - no one left to hear Hopeless one your fate is done Hopeless 'cause you are the fate of everyone Let me be the end of all your fun Let me be the demon who is blackening your sun Look into the big black void, my friend It brings you pain - it brings you death - it is your end! To bring the high ones to the ground It is no problem for you - learned it on your own Pessimistic freak you live in fear The set is prearranged - no one left to hear From Letras Mania