| A man of his word, corrosive, like the promise, despicable
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| We are his pawns to lies about the gates of paradise
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| Closing on the new, irreplaceable
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| Behold, he’s stacking his brick, like it’s a wall
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| And now the world’s on fire
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| And now the pyre draws those clouds on the sky
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| Staining a page of history
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| Walking the walk, killing the lights
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| The dawn of demise
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| You decide, who is the lord of the rings
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| The master of puppets, burning the strings
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| Ask yourself, now, at the end of the day
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| Who failed the most
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| Draw a thin line to cross while making unnerving promises
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| Leaving a state of dystopia behind
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| You decide, who is the lord of the rings
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| The master of puppets, burning the strings
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| Ask yourself, now, at the end of the day
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| Who failed the most
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| Yesterday, tomorrow seemed more like yesterday
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| Now we long for those by gone days
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| The known unknown is now far away
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| Yesterday
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| How brief the moment, we once believed
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| The guiding hands of the ones who lead
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| Are big enough, like they were before
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| Are now so small…
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| Building a maze of Penrose steps within your head
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| And lead by example from the ivory tower and golden bed
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| The long shadow of the money man
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| Tantrum fits the plan — The new law of the land
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| You decide, who is the lord of the rings
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| The master of puppets, burning the strings
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| Ask yourself, now, at the end of the day
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| Who failed the most
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| You decide, who is the lord of the rings
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| The monster-like master, burning the strings
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| Ask yourself, when everything falls apart:
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| Who failed the most
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| Who failed me the most?
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| Who failed me the most?
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| Who failed me the most?
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| Who failed me the most?
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| You failed me |