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In a world where pink clouds roll by
and polka-dotted birds fly
who could save her
from the dreams of insanity?

Slap.

Wake up.

To the storm, to the rain
to the thunder, to the lightning
oh how it blinds me so

Twinkling stars, shining so bright
wanting to hold their light in my palm
to feel the warmth, to feel their innocence
wanting to replace the very thing I've lost

Along the way,
down the path into darkness.

Who would want a tainted doll?
Who would want a dirtied toy?
Who would want a broken puppet?

Dancing by the strings,
to those macabre tunes, requiems, and dark stages
what lies behind the mask?

Nothing.