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They are kneeling now in fear caught in their confusions. They can`t see you`re here as a cult of their illusions. Their hysteria is an objection - symphony of love and hate. Don`t await a different reaction, realizing in their minds - don`t wait! They are pushing and smashing. Give them circus and bread. They are happy to see you are crashing. Get them out of your head. Scene of theater - is it real?. . . Play your role - got no choice. Survive and stop now to feel. There`s no one hearing your voice. Your smile`s the malice of the crowd. But you can only cry and shout - Waiting for your sorrows` dying, dividing of your soul.., it`s flying. . . From Letras Mania