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Promises hung from your finger tips
Dangled before our eyes
We applauded our own damnation
Praised the puppets show of lies

And still they dance upon your stage of deception
Still they twist and writhe
Remove their heads but it will ruin the fiction
We much prefer their masks of lies

So bring forth your serpents
Make them dance just like before
No need for a sequel
Feed us yesterday's lies, we'll still beg for more

Will the curtain ever fall?
Or will the show go on?
Is this a tragedy that has no ending?
Burn this fucking stage to the ground!

You are nothing but a perfect deception
A hollow man with only maggots within
They feed on you like you feed on us
You feed on us like we feed on sin