Run through the streets
Escape from everything that chases you
We're all going to die here
That's just a given when you're the puppeteer
You pull us to hard thinking it's perfectly fine
Saying, "That's just how life goes
Even if they die"
So think about it
What do you do when the circus is over
You go home with a grim experssion
Dying to find enjoyment and success
That's just not going to happen
We're coming after
Lock your doors
Find your god
Say a simple prayer
We rose up from ashes of dead memories
Stammering line after line of your memior
When we cut into you
You expell string and cloth
You are our puppeteer
Today you're lost
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