In a world of fake, false and lies, where are we to turn to?
Grab your mask and put on your smile princess
Cry out to God as you put on your new face
Eventually we'll forget what is behind it
We'll live our lives becoming something fake
Who I am, who you are is nothing
The world is matched by a stream of perfect faces
No one would think to ask us if we died
But we all march to the song of the dead
"Song of the Dead"
We're all here.
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