Stand by to take a stand; Another secret slips outta hand.
Smoke and mirrors and the circus show.
The way that it is is the way that it goes.
Try to stay young, so you bought a new phone.
Try not to talk, ‘cuz you won’t belong.
Into mirrors, into your eyes staring backwards through the time.
The empty buildings aren’t as tall,
As their shadows fall on the farms
Haystack needles, we are searching for
Backs are broken; the last straw's on the floor.
We, the people are the plankton
We’ll be eaten and spit out again.
A world of ruin and truth decay,
We’ll one day wish it wasn’t this way.
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