The world is a running brook, take a look
Cold and always moving, blind but never soothing
It moves like you and I, and never lies
Perfect like a circle, and powerful with energy
The world is an open book, take a look
Welcome to your own abuse; your greed is your own hangman's noose
She takes whatever you can give to her, no sooner
Never judging, no matter how much you seem not to care
The world is a bull whose horns you cannot pull
Silently rewarding, relentlessly commanding
The world's own heart seems to be left behind
Your heart was left behind you, and I am behind you,
too
Outro
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