Im gonna make you sorry with this end machine Im gonna put my name back on the acknowledgment sheet Ill take your shows of drama and end their scenes Ill take your narcissist mirrors and shatter the dreams Ill use the blood your spilling to write a new tune Ill take your romantic nights and bring down the moon You know, I know what happened I knew it was true But what I cant believe I cannot believe it was you Im gonna push the evolution to fascist extremes Im gonna push the faceless egos off their mountain peaks Ill take your anthems of insurgence right out of mainstream Well say God Bless America, but minus the B So I built walls just to shield myself From the full force of the feelings I felt With questions no answers so what to do? Just end your world Because I cannot believe it was you Yeah this is the part of the show where we end the hate This is the part of the show where we end the games This is the part of the show where we end the scene, for you This is the part of the show where we end the hate This is the part of the show where we end the scene This is the part of the show where we start to fall This is the part of the show where you see the fall of the Pieces of nothing Pieces of nothing Pieces of nothing The walls are broken down
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