| City of Mayhem |
| Sweet dreams of disarray; Beset by insecurity, These letters to my mind; Are opened up, but I can't read, Trendy prejudice; Hate all of them who aren't you, When will they realize; You lead and blind men follow you, They follow you... Back stage; Behind the curtains you will stay, Sift through you agony; Hand to hand, and now you pray, Find it; Hold on to the pain just one more day, Open your heart and eyes; Erase your lies, start writing something new, Back stage; Behind the curtains you will stay, Sift through your own self pity; Hand to hand now you must pray, Back stage; Behind the curtains you remain, Neck deep in all your pain now; Hand to hand, alone back stage, |
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