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Always the lives are on display

The doors are closed and the curtain set to fall

A stage for few, the minds aren't fit

Whoever really thought it would amount to this

When the curtain calls

Will we see the fall

Another spirit drowned

Among a dying crowd

There is no feel

There is no real

There is no time

And there's never any prize

The view is ever changing

Your sights were set so high

Everything you had hoped to do has now been lost in time

Subject to dominion

We're slaves unto opinions

Consistently confusing

No emotions left worth using

There's visions of tomorrow

Dreams from yesterday

And we all play our part in the Theater of Sorrow

When the ashes fall

Will we care at all

Another spirit drowned

Among a dying crowd

There is no feel

There is no real

There is no time

And there's never any prize

The words we’re never speaking

The sights to which we’re blind

Everything you thought you knew has now been lost inside

Subject to dominion

Slave unto opinions

Consistently confusing

No emotions left worth using

There's visions of tomorrow

Dreams from yesterday

And we all play our part in the Theater of Sorrow

Timers set, a break-down for another day

Having broken down so easily

Your condition must be fleeting

Against the complex life you're leading

The view is ever changing

Your sights were set so high

Everything you had hoped to do has now been lost in time

Subject to dominion

Slave unto opinions

Consistently confusing

No emotions left worth using

There's visions of tomorrow

Dreams from yesterday

And we all play our part in the Theater of Sorrow

Remember that we paved this path

Remember when we used to laugh

Forget the sin, forget the prayer

Forget to sleep, we're beyond repair