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Breaking up the broken trees

Raking up the falled leaves

Walking into uncertainty

And doing it profoundly



Destruction has to come

Construction has to go

We're merely puppets

In this stand up freak show



Saints are from the best

Demons are from the worst

The rest of us are in the middle

Waiting to rehearse



The stage is being set

The room is getting cleared

Waiting for the show to start

While we're instilled with fear



Morbid thoughts of harmony

Shallow thoughts of sympathy

We all play equal parts

In the communistic symphony



Destruction has to come

Construction has to go

We're merely puppets

In this stand up freak show



The show is getting started

As we begin the scene

I see myself puppeteered

On a mini T.V. screen



It's already begun now

The actions on the run

The scenario is being changed

So get on your gun



Rot all the trees

Burn all the leaves

Bring the nemesis down to its knees



Ignornace is bliss

Hope was a miss

Now he'll always be the frog in the pond

Waiting for his kiss



Destruction has to come

Construction has to go

We're merely puppets

In this stand up freak show