Comforted by a glass prison
Pull the reigns tighter, I will be your mare
From the ashes the Phoenix has risen
Play in the matrix, let me find the devil's liar
Waiting for a fairytale, but the prince is dead
Run boy, run, get out of the storm
Sew my mouth shut with a needle and thread
Deck me in all black and make me conform
I suppose its the price I have to pay
Like a guy with a paper cut that acquired gangrene
Sit in my melancholy emotions, let it simmer and weigh
Take a break now, perhaps we should reconvene
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