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Percussion hearts in sync
Pound, drummer boy, pound
Not quite a perfect picture
But we're serenaded by the sound

If you lift your head
The people only stare you down
Nothing here is for your kind
Keep your ear to the ground

Follow the hopeless music
The piper plays at dawn
My mind is an analytical cage
You are but a petty pawn

A story is seeping under doors
Drenching the faithless sinners
About bondage, torture, and shackles
And drugs that corrupt your innards

Don't listen to the web of lies!
The ones that trick you into living!
This is what you need, right here
And this is only the beginning

So, follow my calming lullaby
Into comatose bliss
I will drink the fear inside
There is nothing now, only this