Hey Andrew Lacoste, I say welcome to Hell Playing killer games in your solitary cell Mr. Coward, what went wrong with your head A murderer of children, and still you aren't dead
On July 21st, I saw Gurnemanz mourn In the ruins of '45, his uniform torn Parsifal in Bayreuth, a Knight of the Grail The Dictatorship defeated, a quest doomed to fail
A wedding in Norway, the conductor's hand beckoned I flew out on July 22nd Landed in Oslo at 15:22 Three minutes later the Terror became true
Saw Government buildings going in smoke I thought it was a video, it had to be a joke Stayed in the airport, safe and at distance Hardly a position that offers resistance
Dramatize the Untergang, don't we, my artist friends That sweet sensation of an Angst that never ends But all a sudden, the threat became real Expanding ammunition made wounds that wouldn't heal
Hey Andrew Lacoste, I say welcome to Hell Playing killer games in your solitary cell Mr. Coward, what went wrong with your head A murderer of children, and still you aren't dead
I thought it was a film, it couldn't be right Terror took the form of a lunatic Knight Disguised as a policeman he killed 77 That was Oklahoma, our September 11th
On the day two months after I lost my loved mother Everything changed from one day to another All of a sudden, my grief was ours The young kept on dying, in spite of the powers
That tried to help them, but the evil was strong And "you did this", O Heinous, the irreparable wrong In the Nation of Tolerance, the end of a Pact : People thought it was Islamist, Muslims were attacked Hey Andrew Lacoste, I say welcome to Hell Playing killer games in your solitary cell Mr. Coward, what went wrong with your head A murderer of children, and still you aren't dead
The Kingdom wept and protested with roses I kept my uniform on and continued my poses They gathered at Young's and sang children's songs I kept listening to Burzum, unrepenting my wrong
To mother and daughter, to father and son : I think Grief made us mad, each and every one I had wept for four months and only felt rage Gone were the days of the lyricist sage
I saw analysts grapple with Freedom of Expression Using he massacre as a reason for Repression I spoke out against them, here Justice ends Not the kind of message that wins you new friends
2010, before everything went black 2010, now it's time to look back
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