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What if I cut myself to see how it feels To make you a witness of your own passiveness. Yeah, All I've seen is a monster, stuffed with a despair that vitamins can't cure, A puppet whose strings everyone manipulates, Confined in this honeycomb. You're a prayer so regular. Your vision's fading away Replaced by new standard aims, Those failures in your outlines Will be imprints for someone's triumph. These past pictures turning into motion remind you you're missing the cavalcade. Your vision's fading away, It's time for a new rebirth You're so regular Regular, regular, regular... SCREAM OUT LOUD You're so regular From Letras Mania