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The Dream Eaters
Nonsense! It’ll work, we have this plan!
We’ll tell the masses over cake and tea,
We’ll dismember those who do not understand ,
We’ll throw bombs on those trying to flee.
Let it rain beautiful crimson red,
Singing and dancing in the little pools,
Don’t worry, you’ll be dead,
As we make our selves look like fools.
Oh wicked world spin a little faster,
Swirl together a conscious unity.
We’re breaking from internal laughter,
So we’ll play along with this little mutiny.
Look at this poor child laying there alone,
A soul locked in a shroud of self conscious hate.
We’re taking over and slicing life to the bone;
Counting down the days ‘till the day she breaks.
We’ll consume her spirit and tear it from her essence
An easy task for the dark ones doing all we do,
Waiting watching, unaware of our presence
Show moments weakness, we’ll come for you.
Shhh… It’s time to go to sleep.
We’ll tell the masses over cake and tea,
We’ll dismember those who do not understand ,
We’ll throw bombs on those trying to flee.
Let it rain beautiful crimson red,
Singing and dancing in the little pools,
Don’t worry, you’ll be dead,
As we make our selves look like fools.
Oh wicked world spin a little faster,
Swirl together a conscious unity.
We’re breaking from internal laughter,
So we’ll play along with this little mutiny.
Look at this poor child laying there alone,
A soul locked in a shroud of self conscious hate.
We’re taking over and slicing life to the bone;
Counting down the days ‘till the day she breaks.
We’ll consume her spirit and tear it from her essence
An easy task for the dark ones doing all we do,
Waiting watching, unaware of our presence
Show moments weakness, we’ll come for you.
Shhh… It’s time to go to sleep.
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