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A cool breeze sweeps through the area, tearing me apart, piece by other piece, next piece is on me.
Pieces of a breeze we could never quite track down to the source, remains a mystery.
Crimes of our childhood.
Taken away by men with axes and knives, looking to gobble up our innocent minds, and in the process, making more figures of destruction.
A merry day for the council of mourning souls.
A philosophy carried on, for many generations.
It's something that would amaze even the greats, oh, hear me.
The clear lake shatters to dust, and all machines made to rust will find their way to stardom.
What a beautiful world we live in, where everybody want's to die the second they are born.
It's incredibly sad, but a necessity, or perhaps it's just our own bad luck.
We've got so much to do, and the orphans of the world have chosen to sing under the moons careful gaze.
Ever twisting, a pupil dilating under a spell of mean love.
Flashing lights blind the poor and the weak, but there's a way around the madness and we're all here to get to the next exit before the clock winds back to reality's grasp and crushes us.
This can't be it, you know?
There's real and better things out there waiting for us, to return to naive thoughts that we've set the bar for future generations to follow to a T.
It's crazy and yet undeniable, correct?
Senseless worry goes on and on, and yet we're being played like pawns.
So, then, tag along, and sing our song, with me, oh, you'll see.
And when dawn returns from dusk, a girl singing just for fun will be greeted with stardom.
Let the energy inside you break away and sing.
There's no need to be shy, let the sounds in your heart ring.
Never really slowing down but she's never really speeding up.
A world laid out for the princess in her own world of glory.
And we try to see the light, but it never feels quite right.
A world obsessed with stardom.
A philosophy carried on, for so many generations.
A genesis of the mind, we're wasting time, now I'm speaking.
Confidence hiding behind a screen, and they'll ask me what i mean.
The lyrics have no meaning.

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