The Solution

Too many lives in the world What shall we do Too many lives that a need a hope We cannot afford In the cold I feel comfort Death seems quite the Solution Intoxicate all the world Hide them from our sins Kill the ones who come to know All the sins we've hid In the cold I feel comfort Death seems quite The solution Feed the to profit to me I know all your secrets But no one will believe You're guilty of treason We've done no such thing In the cold I feel comfort Death seems quite The solution In the cold I shiver All alone When will I learn