| 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
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| And you act out the role of the victim
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| As if you never had a choice
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| Bleed on command
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| It’s so much more believable when you
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| Hold out your hands
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| And show us all where you hammered the nails through
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| 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
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| And they tried to be entertained
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| 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 |