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The stage of compassion dies
Only room for revenge
And nobody seems to mind
Holding love next to dagger’s edge

But then the world is just a show
Though nobody seems to see
That the exit will let you go
The back door will set us all free

This production will never end
And so there’s nothing left to say
Since everything does depend
On the actors taught to betray

Speak if you must behold
The silence that breaks our bond
Since the drama will never hold
The audience just won’t respond

So kick me out if you must
I see through the actions of life
And behind all the rot and dust
There’s a room full of rusted knives

Is this what we must become?
These puppets from evil’s whim
Where impulse means no more sun
And all wisdom is broken in

And so I’d rather just leave alone
Then sit through deceitful lines
Where the actors are empty clones
As the managers steal our minds

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