Ten after twelve Past the fountain Satin figures Silver sanctuary Classic behaviour Of dicey flavour Tailored tongues Telling lies of labour Fruitful in nature Cross the marble Your truth is hollow
More mild mannered misery To cope is insanity In vanity Attention all ablaze All for what For what No guts It's popular
Laughing longer Living larger Each day The price we pay The pain remains Cold crimes at play Fall down the steps Surrounded Fog faced figures Look astounded Fantasy to fruition Visions
Of tired tattered tyranny With which will be the death of me No mystery Detention all the way Every single day It's popular
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