Your mind is ticking like a bomb Your center grating in the fog The pain will keep your senses quick They crack your soul on the pavement But all in all you can't disguise it And all in all it's useless to fight it The show's about to begin Let's sit right back and crash it This is the small roll of the dice But everyone will have their vice Senses grind right through their teeth The madness sets in like concrete But all in all you can't disguise it And all in all it's useless to fight it The show's about to begin Let's sit right back and crash it This life is pure fiction No more reality Your body's your affliction Your soul cannot release Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Your mind is gripping in the dark This broken light pulls us apart Symphonic blues memories read Your heart is pulling the last thread But all in all you can't disguise it And all in all it's useless to fight it The show's about to begin Let's sit right back and crash it
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