I cut the cords, I broke the mould,
The weak hits the strong.

Pitch your soul for a paper smell,
There're things not for sale

As monkey king rules the world
Noone will try to understand.

And puppet cuts threads, beauty of ugly soul
Will grow more.

I'm so tired to hide trying to keep eyes closed why
You so fucking hate all I love.

Can't you see that means everything to me?
I won't let you destroy all I love, no I won't.

Lyrics submitted by Weesp

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