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Concealed Asylum - Another Day
Spit in his face, scream out your pain.
And he'll beat his son,
later in the game.
Hide the husbands work with a smile.
In love, in trust,
even in denial.
Watch his mother get beat down everyday.
He's just a small boy,
he has nothing to say.
We hate ourself and want someone to blame.
We're just puppets in the masters game.
And we condemn our brother, but we're all the same.
Cause we're are stuck in the masters game.
Treating etch other without respect.
And live our life,
like there's no defect.
Running away from what is real.
To find the plays,
where we don't need to feel.
We hate ourself and want someone to blame.
We're just puppets in the masters game.
And we condemn our brother, but we're all the same.
Cause we're are stuck in the masters game.
- Solo -
We hate ourself and want someone to blame.
We're just puppets in the masters game.
And we condemn our brother, but we're all the same.
Cause we're are stuck in the masters game.
Spit in his face, scream out your pain.
And he'll beat his son,
later in the game.
Hide the husbands work with a smile.
In love, in trust,
even in denial.
Watch his mother get beat down everyday.
He's just a small boy,
he has nothing to say.
We hate ourself and want someone to blame.
We're just puppets in the masters game.
And we condemn our brother, but we're all the same.
Cause we're are stuck in the masters game.
Treating etch other without respect.
And live our life,
like there's no defect.
Running away from what is real.
To find the plays,
where we don't need to feel.
We hate ourself and want someone to blame.
We're just puppets in the masters game.
And we condemn our brother, but we're all the same.
Cause we're are stuck in the masters game.
- Solo -
We hate ourself and want someone to blame.
We're just puppets in the masters game.
And we condemn our brother, but we're all the same.
Cause we're are stuck in the masters game.
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