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Fact will try to bit fiction
Myths are always last in line
You say that's a contradiction
Well tonight I get my time

The jester sheds his mask
Just like we weep our tears
The moment is made of sorrow
Like the air that gives us life

I will not keep my word
I'll be alive for the moment
You will betray me, I heard
For just a second of torment

The jester sheds his mask
Just like we weep our tears
The moment is made of sorrow
Like the air that gives us life
Sometimes its just our calling
To ground in all the hate
We'll be sure to count our tears
And the silence won't be golden
Last edited by trollproblem at Feb 1, 2012,