A boy and his brain is a beautiful thing
He dangles his pain on the end of a string
Displayed for show this amusement to see
Like a fish in a bowl who wants to be free

This act we will show is the first full of lies
As fear starts to grow when black fills his eyes
Don’t dare stop and stare as he will draw you in near
He has not a care and destroys all you hold dear

This life is his stage and the crowd just pawn
As he casts out his rage of hell he has spawned
You’ve watched the scene grow and now come to peak
The reaper will mow you down as you speak

You’ve met your demise and the show will soon end
We’ve buried your lies no more need to pretend
This boy you once held so tight in your arms
Wakes from his dream and turns off his alarm

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