Crucified streets at night baptize the city's body.
Darkness washes its hands and kisses your forehead.
Can you finally understand the lessons that you studied
When you face your cross and lie among the dead?
The world you live in is no dream theatre.
The Puppeteer is dead, welcome to the cemetery.
No matter what you heard, your life doesn't matter.
Take a closer look, it's a dark fairy
tale.
No matter what you choose, your life is just a curtain
Hiding what lies in the far part of the stage.
You've known this all along, but now it is forgotten.
The role you played all along crumbles like a burnt page.
Do you remember what the old sage?
Well, he was deadly wrong,
Because the world is not a stage,
Though the performance has already begun.
Stage trap
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