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We go through our lives Never knowing what is real As time passes by We neglect what we think we feel With the curtains closed They carry out their sick sick dance ’cause With the curtains closed they’ve buried my eyes Come closer We’ll stack the bodies for warmth Our security blanket’s integrity’s compromised It’s been picked clean of its skin As we follow the invisible diligent worker bee Making his way back Down into the landslide The conditions are perfect Rest assured the anxiety’s high Just lie still in the darkness They can’t hear your cries With your finger on the trigger It’s no matter that you’re feeling all alone Pulled by the strings of another Have you forgotten how to play with buried eyes Letras de cancionesDon’t pay attention To the beacon burning a pale red Dimming, as aspirations will wear thin and disappear Like hopes born from grandeur Our heavy hearts sink deeper To the bottom of the bay How dare you tug back now Have you decided that you’ve lost your will to live The scars on your back now Will turn into broken neck If you don’t turn back Stay close now They’ve taken away all the slack An egregious act drawn out While fickle desperate men maintain control Is there anybody listening anymore? Is there anybody left to find a cure at all? Does anyone still care for it? With your finger on the trigger It’s no matter that you’re feeling all alone Pulled by the strings of another It’s no matter that your heart feels just like stone With your finger on the trigger It’s no matter that you’re feeling all alone The pauper and the puppeteer Their twisted dance plays ever on From Letras Mania