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Fall of the curtain, all it's fabric unraveled!

Off! Away! I'll break these shackles!

I've been held like this too long!

I refuse to be used by you!

My true freedom I've won!

Fall of the curtain, to an uncertain end.

Like the drop of a guillotine's blade forced a silenced lament.

I will tear you limb from limb.

Your remains won't be found.

"Why?", you ask, you fucking piles of shit.

Cause I'll swallow every last bit.

Fall of the Curtain, to an uncertain end.

For all the vain sacrifices made,

the only thought spells sheer disregard.

Then a muted voice struggling not fade

recites an old rhyme, from times old and dark.

'Created long aeons ago.

Made from the dust of the ground.

Driven by hunger to know.

Betrayal profound!

Ever in throes of failure.

Weakness turned to flesh and blood.

Chance to be his own saviour.

He'd rather be done with it for good.'

Is it a warning to heed?

Have I strayed from the path?

No, I'm in no doubt!

I'll grasp and keep everything I need.

This suffocating wrath,

will burn it all out!