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Ready to roll downhill again in this funny wheel And get submerged in this idyllic game where there's no need to think No strategic plays, just follow their rhythm Let yourself get lost in others' dreams Proud of our consciousness, a treasure inside that they cannot destroy Our minds being poisoned, injected by lies, human cores violated A realm where our hands are tied But our minds still stay free Don't believe what we are shown We are under control Ready to let your creed be settled, well organized The guarantee of the correct life pattern that everyone should live A superficial radiance, a shallow success Carton puppets hang by golden threads From Letras Mania