| You goddamn ShadowHordes, I’ve watched behind your Play
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| Now I know all your Games of mesmerizing Fright
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| My whole Life was repressed by your false Ideas
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| Models flogged into my Head — now you are unveiled
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| Circus is closed, the Flocks trapped in Circles
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| Crippled Puppets hang on the Wheel
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| Chuckling Mechanics full of my Vomit
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| Our Realm is not of this World
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| Falling down through the Cyclone of Mania
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| Right into the Eye of the Storm
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| Lost are the Fools all around
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| In the Black of the Void waits the Gold of the All
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| The Carnival is over — The Clowns come to an End
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| The Mirrors of my Madness crystallizing bright
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| This stupid Melody of Robot Dolls and Gnomes
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| Does endlessly repeat until I’ll be at Home
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| Fountains explode from the Mouth of the Dragon
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| As Cattle Mask falls down from his Golden Face
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| The Fangs of the Lion drill deep through the Flesh of the Bull
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| On the Day when Korova was killed
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| Slain are the Herds, for too long they have gathered
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| To hinder the Flight of the Eagle so cruel
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| Now overflown and destroyed are their Stables, consumed
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| For it’s just a Fool’s World
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| Such a Fool’s World |