Smoking in the dungeons
Waiting for it with happy faces
Working with no hands
In Too many dangerous places
Distortion of reality
Nothing's what it seems
Tripping over nothing
And wondering what to dream
Fighting in the shadows
The laughter punches our ears
Taking over completely
And waking all our fears
I awake in my dream
And try to hide my pain
And gather where I've been
While they take over again
There's a linear crowd
And a machine pulls up
Sooner or later we'll all be there
And there is no hope
Perhaps the end is better
We are all so happy here
And truth is rejected as lie
We begin again from the lair
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