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It's time now |
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Time for the show to begin |
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And we can watch it all again |
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Though we've seen it before |
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We pretend to be entertained |
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To be surprised |
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When the mask falls to the floor |
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And the lights go down |
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As the music starts |
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Then you sing the song of the martyr |
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Your lips move, but it's not your voice |
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And you act out the role of the victim |
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As if you never had a choice |
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Bleed on command |
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It's so much more believable when you |
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Hold out your hands |
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And show us all where you hammered the nails through |
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It's time now |
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Time for the show to begin |
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But there's no one left to watch |
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That haven't seen it before |
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And they tried to be entertained |
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Believe the lie |
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When the mask fell to the floor |
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And the lights go down |
|
As the music starts |
|
Then you sing the song of the martyr |
|
Your lips move, but it's not your voice |
|
And you act out the role of the victim |
|
As if you never had a choice |
|
Bleed on command |
|
It's so much more believable when you |
|
Hold out your hands |
|
And show us all where you hammered the nails through |
|
Then you sing the song of the martyr |
|
Your lips move, but it's not your voice |
|
And you act out the role of the victim |
|
As if you never had a choice |
|
Bleed on command |
|
It's so much more believable when you |
|
Hold out your hands |
|
And show us all where you hammered the nails through |
|
Then you sing the song of the martyr |
|
Your lips move, but it's not your voice |
|
And you act out the role of the victim |
|
As if you never had a choice |
|
Bleed on command |
|
It's so much more believable when you |
|
Hold out your hands |
|
And show us all where you hammered the nails through |