And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead

The mimes conceit has conquered over real beauty
Grinning from a mask of hollowed bone
Where a human is somewhere to be found
But where I dont know
And things couldnt be better
From behind the halls we cannot pass
Hear the muffled traces of a boyish laugh
Hear the monster screaming "what have I become?"
Before his looking-glass
And things couldnt be better
This is one fine life
This is one fine wine
This is one fine wife
This is one fine lie
And things couldnt be better
They are the best
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