In grey puddles drowns a phantom town, Black snow falls like ashes drifting down, Shadow-people walk between dead walls, Every third is dead, but life still calls. Streetlights dimmed like stars in smoky haze, All roads lead to nowhere through the maze, Sorrows turn to stones upon the chest, While hope whispers softly: "Leave this nest..." This world's just a stage of endless pain! We're all actors trapped in this cruel game! In this realm of artificial dreams, Our tears' masquerade now reigns supreme! Mannequins in windows, more alive Than the passing crowds who barely strive. Every face we meet wears waxen masks, Hiding emptiness far worse than tasks. Time drips poison from the rusted clock, Dissolving dreams that we used to mock. In this city sun won't rise again, Even shadows cast their shade of pain. This world's just a stage of endless pain! We're all actors trapped in this cruel game! [electric guitar kicks in] In this realm of artificial dreams, Our tears' masquerade now reigns supreme!
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