Sing, let the sound of your marrow
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Start your way to fame
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This is your moment
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Make good use of your 15 minutes in nirvana
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Only their thumbs separate you from glory or failure
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So calm down, get ready, make sure and say goodbye
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Prepare your soul, what are you going to sell?
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Stop, you hear the compliments that stun you
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You see the lights that point at you and blind you
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You feel the flattery and the echoes
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They call you like siren songs
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And the walls you rely on are pure fantasy
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A fear is born that overwhelms you, what is concrete is deformed
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You look in the mirror and you no longer know who you see
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And while around there are golems made of skin
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Searching for a holy grail that will never appear
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And in this spoiled confinement saturated with noise
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Surrounded by people but there is only emptiness
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You are no longer able to hear
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The beat of your pulse in its normal state
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You draw their attention by inadvertently yelling
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They smell despair and it awakens their thirst
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Your illusion is the drive they have to satisfy
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Be careful, creature, they will eat you!
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They cut the cord that feeds your being
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They suck your heart like it's honey
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And they throw away your remains leaving you dry and faithless
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You better realize that you're worth a dick
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Nothing matters at all in this comedy
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With the juice of your tears and the juice of your viscera
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They will make a delicious cocktail that feeds audiences and critics
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You and your complexity cannot be abbreviated
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There are no labels that define you
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We're just pieces of this numbing machine
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The hypnotic box that does not let you think
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You draw their attention by inadvertently yelling
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They smell despair and it awakens their thirst
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Your illusion is the drive they have to satisfy
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Be careful, creature, they will eat you!
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They cut the cord that feeds your being
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They suck your heart like it's honey
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And they throw away your remains leaving you dry and faithless
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My voice is not special, it's just genetic
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It's another piece in this orchestra
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You have the key to the door of freedom
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Decide once and for all if you want to use it
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You draw their attention by inadvertently yelling
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They smell despair and it awakens their thirst
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Your illusion is the drive they have to satisfy
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Be careful, creature, they will eat you!
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They cut the cord that feeds your being
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They suck your heart like it's honey
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And they throw away your remains leaving you dry and faithless |