An Undercurrent Of Remorse,
The Damned Are Too Bleak To Fade.
He’s Got The Talent, Now
Where Did I Put My Puppet Strings?
He’s Gonna Leave It All Up To The Studio.
Just Mouthing Words To Be Part of The Show.
Telling Lies To Stay In Tune.
Hundreds Lost And Thousands Doomed.
And Now He Can’t Even See Me.
Did You Notice, He Can’t See You Too?
If This Is The Life You Wanted,
Then Die.
I’...

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