Thrown in front of an empty stage
Swaying on the floor like a monkey in its cage
Falling deep into frightened dreams
I cry, implore, and nobody hears my screams
People are sliding on the angry snail
And nobody laughs anymore
All that I see’s real
I am not one of those who kill
There those who say that the result is my will
I don’t know what to make of it I feel out of it
And you people are inside me you’ve hit it
People are knockin’ against the clay ball
And nobody laughs anymore
All that I see’s real
Man made man to dismantle my oiled galactic fate
Man made man to defeat all that I create
That’s not the first night for me anymore
(that’s not the first night for me anymore)
The scars you’ve inflicted on me are ready for
(that’s not the first night for me anymore)
Anything to swallow you
Man made man to defeat.. To defeat all
That I create
All that I create
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