I see you looking fancy
Caught in that picture frame
Golden cell, happy convict
Money buys the game
I feel the distant menace
A rumor from the sky
Look up and face the truth
That you should run and hide
I'm not hating, I'm just saying
I'm not blaming you for lying
Its not heaven, it's the war zone
It is her dream, it's not your own
Watch out, watch out
For the Mirage, Mirage
Aiming at your heart
Bo-bo-boming your dream
Bo-bo-bombing your life
That's what you get
That's what you get
For keeping your head down
When irony awaits
At your dinner table
With all your fancy guests
Just waiting for your fall
I feel like grabbing your hand
Escaping from your doom
Breaking out of your cage
Coup d'état in the room
I'm not hating, I'm just pointing (out)
All you're waisting by pretending
Feel the terror, hear the rumble
It is her house, it's not your home
Here's to the fantasy
of finding out a way
Here's to the memory
An embrace, a decay
Here's to our melody
abandoned like a child
Don't blame the plane,
Blame the monster
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