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The clouds are storming into the room.

Crawling with cruelty across the blue Walls.

Seemingly creeping out of the peeling paint.

As they tower in expansion.



The sun is trying to get away,

racing to another end of a blue day.

Seemlessly tying into yesterday.

The days tower over the playground.



The parade grounds are a sinkhole now.

And all the rotting wood is coming down.

The rollercoaster carries on,

but the carnival has left and gone.



And though you deserve more then this:



We were having too much fun.

There's too much misery watching us.

But i thought we would still be fine,

don't think we were quite ready this time.



Don't think we were quite ready this time.



The shroud is covering the tomb.

The face of the anti-christ

Promising the world the afterlife,

only if you're anti-life.



But pro-money,

and pro don't feed the hungry food.

I'm starving for more,

and it's eating me alive.



There's a tornado in this city-town.

You breathe too hard and it will crush anything

you thought had meaning;

but i'm clearing the path for you...



'Cause you deserve more then this.



We were having too much fun,

there's too much misery watching us.

They ought to mind their own business,

but it's not profitable.



...They're just too miserable.



We were having too much fun,

there's too much misery watching us.

But i thought we would still be fine,

don't think we were quite ready last time.



...How about we give it another try.