Run, run. Let the gravel and the travel begin Run, run. Let the shivering river sink in The winter will splinter, the shadows will enter the sea Run, run. To the skin where you're meant to be. Bravo, my dear, what a brilliant display! A pitiful, plastic, and pointless ballet. You're playing the victim, a perfect premiere, I'm shedding a single, satirical tear. The tragic theatrics, the magical lies, The fake little flutters of innocent eyes. It’s cute how you calculate every mistake, A beautiful, breathtaking, brilliant fake! I’m packing my bags with a smile on my face, Enjoy the applause in your empty embrace. You thought I was trapped? Oh, darling, it's done, Just sit back and watch how I gracefully... RUN! Run, run. Let the gravel and the travel begin Run, run. Let the shivering river sink in The winter will splinter, the shadows will enter the sea Run, run. To the skin where you're meant to be. A heavenly hum from a hollow machine, The sweetest fake devil that I've ever seen! You sing like a seraph, a siren of grace, With a pitchfork concealed in a velvet embrace. The voice of an angel, the heart of a ghost, A gracious, but greedy, and glamorous host! You whisper of heaven, you drag me to hell, I gotta admit, you perform very well. A shiny gold halo that's holding up horns, You’re selling the roses but serving the thorns. So keep the sweet vocals, you delicate fake, I’ll leave you alone with the mess that you make. I loved you. I learned. It was quite the cliché. No shouting, no crying, I'm walking away. No dramatic exit, no theatrical scene. Just waking right up from a ridiculous dream. Run, run. Let the gravel and the travel begin Run, run. Let the shivering river sink in The winter will splinter, the shadows will enter the sea Run, run. To the skin where you're meant to be. Good luck with that.
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