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It's A Tool's WorldYou goddamn ShadowHordes, I've watched behind your Play Now I know all your Games of mesmerizing Fright My whole Life was repressed by your false Ideas Models flogged into my Head - now you are unveiled Circus is closed, the Flocks trapped in Circles Crippled Puppets hang on the Wheel Chuckling Mechanics full of my Vomit Our Realm is not of this World Falling down through the Cyclone of Mania Right into the Eye of the Storm Lost are the Fools all around In the Black of the Void waits the Gold of the All The Carnival is over - The Clowns come to an End The Mirrors of my Madness crystallizing bright This stupid Melody of Robot Dolls and Gnomes Does endlessly repeat until I'll be at Home Fountains explode from the Mouth of the Dragon As Cattle Mask falls down from his Golden Face The Fangs of the Lion drill deep through the Flesh of the Bull On the Day when Korova was killed Slain are the Herds, for too long they have gathered To hinder the Flight of the Eagle so cruel Now overflown and destroyed are their Stables, consumed For it's just a Fool's World Such a Fool's World |