please don't put her up within these chains
she wishes no longer to play these evil games
release the wind, and free her simple being
shred the strange rage, and kindly start believing
we must try to mend the shiny, broken pieces
that have torn our souls apart, creating this mess
unbutton the lies that wander through the halls
inside our glass cube, where we can't see any walls
turn around, little ballerina, and start to dance
until you spin so fast and hard, you miss your chance
to live again has passed due to the burning flame
of the ring of fire, that was placed above your name
is this really happening to your little precious?
or is this just another mental daydream as luscious
as a decadent chocolate that you sweetly drown in?
I bet it's just a lonely spade longing for a heart's sin
as you put on your poker face, you will begin to see
throughout the vast universe, silence and dead trees
and all the little lives you've easily stepped upon
once were invisible, but now they are glowing strong
I guess the once destroyed have now risen against
looking you right in the eye, as they bravely sentence
you, to a life of decaying strength and trapped in silence
I guess this is what you would call paying pennance
to a silver-lining life, that was once forced to role-play
and now the martyrs have deflated, and gone away...
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