Cassandra Syndrome - Shackles | Текст песни

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• Cassandra Syndrome
• Shackles

It's a bad night for dreams
Everything is as it seems
Reflection of my haunted eyes
Window to all I despise

Lip service to ideals
Locked inside this broken wheel
Draw it in to heal the pain
Forget it in the falling rain

We all feed the machine
Buying up a twisted dream

Wallow in these shallow toys
Signal turning into noise
Where has all our outrage been
Bread and Circus lured us in

We all feed the machine
Buying up a twisted dream

It's our own chains that bind us
Our own bars that break us
Rhinestone shackles on our wrists
Decorate these bloody fists

We all feed the machine
Buying up a twisted dream