A scream-like laughter echoes in your head
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As the cross-eyed dancers are capering
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They flash by you with twisted smiles
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Spinning around in odour, warm, repulsive, sickening
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Been following this grotesque show
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Could never comprehend
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Seeing things clearer when standing aside
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Through the phony gestures, plays of pretend
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Bunch of sheep in wolves' clothing
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You let them guide you, lead you astray
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Herb of warped minds, you put them in control
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'Til reality faded ...away
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Seeing things clearer when standing aside
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Through the phony gestures, plays of pretend
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Growing urge to reject the delusion
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Of the old world, safe and fake
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Years of surrender, living an illusion
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A freak show you can escape
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Sickening
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| Thyrane |
