Seven

Music by H. Bourouyne, Words by C. Freise

Mystic number
New belief
Old traditions
They conceive

Seven

You are down on emotions
In a living fear
This makes you go insane
And that's why we are here

The number seven will safe you
Will bring sense to your life
With canging your environment
You can also change your mind

They may call you neurotic
But they don't know for sure
It will be the holy number
You pledged allegiance for

Her reason pervades everything
Yeah even you and me
For a pay maybe I can show you
What's your divine destiny

You go on
You pay more
Give them every dollar
Give them all you have
So dumb, blind and deaf
With all the money you buy
A colossal lie

Mystic number
New belief
Old traditions
They conceive

Seven

There is magic in this number
I think you already knew
Just pray to number seven
Oo on, there's the queue
You see many people
Who are just like you
Staying waiting there for salvation
And they aren't just a few

The longer you are waiting
The less salvation's left
But for just seven dollars
I would lead you through them deft

You see to safe your soul
Seven dollars is a small fee
But be sure later it takes
70.000 to level three

You go on
You pay more
Give them every dollar
Give them all you have
So dumb, blind and deaf
With all the money you will buy
A colossal lie

Why should a number need money
How should well-being be payed
You cannot afford salvation
By spending money to people who tell you you can
You cannot, no

You where down on emotions
In a living fear
This made you once insane
But now you're crystal clear

The number seven saved you
Brought sense into your life
With changing your environment
You also changed your mind

And when they're calling you neurotic
We will be there for sure
Teach them the holy number
We pledged, allegiance for

And if they may deny this
We will not suffer grief
We will use cruel violence
In order to make them believe

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