Terror in your eyes, time to realize Your fate has been chosen No more chances, youve been Given enough To prove yourself Now theres the fear, dripping in a tear Running slowly down Your mind bleeds sorrow, as if No tomorrow Cry yourself to sleep The men await, while the children Take their turn on your body Casting spells upon, hurling stones on Your tortured waiting soul Demented little schemes, their evil little dreams To destroy your face Fallen apart from the shame and disgrace The angel crawls to a hiding place Taken astray, by your swollen mind Come down to earth, ooh and see the light You are no one and soon you all will find Why the angel cant fly Try to pull a number Its all in vain Your efforts are wasted Everyone has caught onto your game The emptiness shows why No one came Keep patting yourself on the back While your show goes down A well trodden track Nowhere at all is where youll always be A dream world you live, some fantasy
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