Put on the mask and find your place
Try your best to win the your race
Play the game and lose your way
hide yourself forget your face
Pack your bags, get out of town
Light the match, dont make a sound
Break the chains and lose your way
The sickness you made is here to stay
Falling down the hole and losing your soul
Changing your whole to lose control
Burn the bridges that you helped build
empty the void you thought was filled
Grab your knife and cut right through
Tearing the flesh of who you knew
Hide behind your crooked lies
You’ve become what they all despise
Pack your bags, get out of town
Light the match, dont make a sound
Tie the chains and find your way
The sickness you made will always stay
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