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You goddamn ShadowHordes, I've watched behind your Play
Now I know all your Games of mesmerizing Fright
My whole Life was repressed by your false Ideas
Models flogged into my Head - now you are unveiled

Circus is closed, the Flocks trapped in Circles
Crippled Puppets hang on the Wheel
Chuckling Mechanics full of my Vomit
Our Realm is not of this World

Falling down through the Cyclone of Mania
Right into the Eye of the Storm
Lost are the Fools all around
In the Black of the Void waits the Gold of the All

The Carnival is over - The Clowns come to an End
The Mirrors of my Madness crystallizing bright
This stupid Melody of Robot Dolls and Gnomes
Does endlessly repeat until I'll be at Home

Fountains explode from the Mouth of the Dragon
As Cattle Mask falls down from his Golden Face
The Fangs of the Lion drill deep through the Flesh of the Bull
On the Day when Korova was killed

Slain are the Herds, for too long they have gathered
To hinder the Flight of the Eagle so cruel
Now overflown and destroyed are their Stables, consumed
For it's just a Fool's World
Such a Fool's World
You goddamn ShadowHordes, I've watched behind your Play   Now I know all your Games of mesmerizing Fright   My whole Life was repressed by your false Ideas   Models flogged into my Head - now you are unveiled      Circus is closed, the Flocks trapped in Circles   Crippled Puppets hang on the Wheel   Chuckling Mechanics full of my Vomit   Our Realm is not of this World      Falling down through the Cyclone of Mania   Right into the Eye of the Storm   Lost are the Fools all around   In the Black of the Void waits the Gold of the All      The Carnival is over - The Clowns come to an End   The Mirrors of my Madness crystallizing bright   This stupid Melody of Robot Dolls and Gnomes   Does endlessly repeat until I'll be at Home      Fountains explode from the Mouth of the Dragon   As Cattle Mask falls down from his Golden Face   The Fangs of the Lion drill deep through the Flesh of the Bull   On the Day when Korova was killed      Slain are the Herds, for too long they have gathered   To hinder the Flight of the Eagle so cruel   Now overflown and destroyed are their Stables, consumed   For it's just a Fool's World   Such a Fool's World
 
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