Build it up, I'll tear it down My finger in the strings connected to your hands I dance the mockery, a theme of decadence Now I am sinking in this violence This time, emancipation is my right This is what I want, for you to die This is what I want, to be alive Scene of complacency, an apathetic mind But when it's brought to light, I see a king on a borrowed throne Right now, the violence taking over This time, regimes are changing in my mind I'm so sorry, my old friend, I'm leaving you tonight So caught in this moment, the last breath of your life
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