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The Water Drips From Wells Of Shame Spilling Through These Words (Of Blame) Listen To The Battle Cries Of A Race That Knows It's Dying Read The Bleeding Words Of Those Who Feel The Wheel Is At Their Heal Then Somebody Tells Me That's The Way It Was Meant To Be These Things Will Never Die [Chorus] All They See Is Nothing They Just Hear The Echoes In The Well Stare Deep Into The Frigid Eyes Of A Man Who Knows He's Lying These Are Those Men Who Make Mistakes But Don't Erase The Pain Then They Whisper To Me That's The Way It Was Meant To Be These Things Will Never Be [Chorus] There Are Those Who Find These Times A Crime And Those Whose Souls Will Never Mind Or Those Who Need To Plant These Seeds Living In Sin's Been Induced Again By Beating The Paths Of Downtrodden Men Or Those Who Think They Know Their Souls Stab Deep In Their Hearts And Listen To The Echoes... All They Hear Are The Echoes In The Well From Letras Mania