We all stop breathing in the end!
Voyeurism is my definition
The scenery, your amnesty
I have seen through the eyes of suffering before
But you are so enlightening
This, my friend, is the end
Of common and of sense
Fight, the origin
The pain that lives within
Unmask, the origin
Infinite source of suffering
Feed me with thee
Eyes of everything
I am the omniscient narrator of your little story
Come, see
This, my friend, is the end
Of common and of sense
Fight, the origin
The pain that lives within
Unmask, the origin
Infinite source of suffering
Cheers, my friend and here's to you
Cheer 'em up; why so serious?
Gotta get a move on
Ain't got all the time in the world, now please
And that joke that was made, that was on you
Don't you wanna come dance with me?
I can hardly wait
Now watch that man
Still labelled human
But he's in my possession now
All choices consumed
Time to cross the final line
Fight, the origin
The pain that lives within
Unmask, the origin
Infinite source of suffering
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