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A whole life trying to find it

Some way to get out of the show

So tired to see them crawl

Realize their lives are bitter

So empty, shameless, no control

Can’t take of this no more

Just Puppets dangling

Fighting, trying,

To avoid a course that leads to

Crying… Dying

Right behind that mask of dreams unborn

Mislead down to perfection

March to the scripted sodomy

Of fake reality

The string still dangling

Fighting, Trying,

Break away the chapter, they´re still

Crying… Dying

Mind control their emptiness of soul

Fighting, Trying,

Break away the chapter, they´re still

Crying… Dying

Mind control their emptiness of soul