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i feel the cold run up my back this can't be happening please take me away to another place put me on display when will this blood stained curtain be pulled our blind eyes don't see the signs young minds build on me mechanical design will the hate stop in time or do we just live to die you are controlled by what you can't see it makes life nothing nothing but a show built to burn and take you down too when will this blood stained curtain be pulled raise the curtain lets get this done with play out your life along the preset course follow the rest also do as your controled From Letras Mania