Rain on Their Parade - Illusion of Freedom | Текст песни

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• Rain on Their Parade
• Illusion of Freedom

Like butterflies we fly to the source of light.
In hope to reach dreams (like butterflies) we get burned alive.

There is only one path for us all,
With just a little chance to turn off.
The roads we walk along are parallel.
This is illusion of freedom!

Your work, your home are like checkpoints in the race -
Every day is a single lap!

And the black ribbon on your funeral portrait
Will be the finish line

Your results on statistics screen show us:
"You died alone and forgotten
With nothing left (with nothing left behind)
You've finished last, the race is over."