| It’s time now
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| Time for the show to begin
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| And we can watch it all again
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| Though we’ve seen it before
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| We pretend to be entertained
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| To be surprised
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| When the mask falls to the floor
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| And the lights go down
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| As the music starts
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| Then you sing the song of the martyr
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| Your lips move, but it’s not your voice
 | 
| And you act out the role of the victim
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| As if you never had a choice
 | 
| Bleed on command
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| It’s so much more believable when you
 | 
| Hold out your hands
 | 
| And show us all where you hammered the nails through
 | 
| It’s time now
 | 
| Time for the show to begin
 | 
| But there’s no one left to watch
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| That haven’t seen it before
 | 
| And they tried to be entertained
 | 
| Believe the lie
 | 
| When the mask fell to the floor
 | 
| And the lights go down
 | 
| As the music starts
 | 
| Then you sing the song of the martyr
 | 
| Your lips move, but it’s not your voice
 | 
| And you act out the role of the victim
 | 
| As if you never had a choice
 | 
| Bleed on command
 | 
| It’s so much more believable when you
 | 
| Hold out your hands
 | 
| And show us all where you hammered the nails through
 | 
| Then you sing the song of the martyr
 | 
| Your lips move, but it’s not your voice
 | 
| And you act out the role of the victim
 | 
| As if you never had a choice
 | 
| Bleed on command
 | 
| It’s so much more believable when you
 | 
| Hold out your hands
 | 
| And show us all where you hammered the nails through
 | 
| Then you sing the song of the martyr
 | 
| Your lips move, but it’s not your voice
 | 
| And you act out the role of the victim
 | 
| As if you never had a choice
 | 
| Bleed on command
 | 
| It’s so much more believable when you
 | 
| Hold out your hands
 | 
| And show us all where you hammered the nails through |