Trap doors
Hidden beneath our feet
Have sold us out
To reality
Windows open
Doors to the past
Till the future
Repeats itself
If less is more
More's not enough
Don't do
Just try
Sign on the line
Hell's gates
With a fresh coat of taint
New game
Starting lines were retraced
Despite its look
Results don't change
Weapon of choice
A hand grenade
Holding the shell
Krazy glue drys
The pin is pulled
Say your goodbyes
If less is more
More's not enough
Don't do
Just try
Sign off your life
The Rosenburgs
Are still alive
Hiding behind
Two-sided lies
You can't see them
But they see you
You don't know them
But they know you
We created a colossus
We created a colossus
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