| Please hold your applause, though you may pause for genuflection
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| As so deftly we’re directing your attention
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| To this hand my left or is it right, no need to analyze
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| The sentiment and scope of our correctness
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| Please remain seated as the spectacle repeats itself
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| Ad nauseum (that's latin for «relentless»)
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| Don’t you lose your focus as we orchestrate these locust years
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| My dears, the show is bound to leave you breathless
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| You paid admission, now the ride’s begun, guaranteed to
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| Leave you groping for the gears in this mad machine of tears
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| Now that we’re unchained
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| We’ll reign, insane
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| And drown the world in flames
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| And blood, and pain
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| Our legion eyes and ears
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| Will amplify your fears
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| In a wilderness of mirrors
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| In these new Locust Years
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| Our timeline spins unbroken
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| Like the webs that we have woven
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| As the show unfolds like clockwork on command
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| Are those horsemen knocking?
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| Or the ticking and the tocking of the Watch?
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| We are the face, we are the hands
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| Sirens bay like mares at night, Sirens howl like wolves
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| But it’s all right for the show has just begun
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| Now that we’re unchained
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| We’ll reign, insane
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| And drown the world in flames
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| And blood, and pain
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| Our legion eyes and ears
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| Will amplify your fears
|
| In a wilderness of mirrors
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| In these new Locust Years
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| Now that we’re unchained
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| We’ll reign, insane
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| The pain will flow like wine
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| In time to find
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| Us drunk upon your tears
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| And feasting on your fears
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| Sharpening our spears
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| In these new Locust Years |