1.T.O.Y.
Listen to me
Slow down for a moment and set your mind free
It
And open your eyes to the truth deep within
Did you ever realize that
We
Those walls are trapping us inside
False messiahs speak their truth
Selling cheap dreams they tell you what to believe to
With their voices, silky and smooth
Producing hysteria now they own you
Stop praying me
I
It
They smashed you, they thrashed you
They silenced your screams
Revenge is the answer
You
No broken promises you
False messiahs speak their truth
Selling cheap dreams they tell you what to believe to
With their voices, silky and smooth
Producing hysteria now they own you
Always trying to keep you down
Enjoying your pain they gain and you lose
Be yourself before it
You
Just a freak show
Running too slow
I
All time wasted
(wake up! )
Just a freak show
Running too slow
I
It
I
My mind
False messiahs speak their truth
Selling cheap dreams they tell you what to believe to
With their voices, silky and smooth
Producing hysteria now they own you
Always trying to keep you down
Enjoying your pain they gain and you lose
Be yourself before it
You
False messiahs
Believe only in what you choose
Just a freak show
Running too slow
I
2.Stereotype
This is my ego
Breaking your boring, fucking convention
This is my superstar
Waiting for something, something special
This is my actress
Beautiful blonde girl
Blue eyes and a short life
This is my window
Timeless flowers
And sweet smelling too
This is my jealousy
Scratching your skin with uncountable fingers
This is my innocence
I have nothing to blame myself for
This is my life, can
Unless those people make you blind
This is my hate, can
You should stay with your eyes open wide
This is my great hall
Full of seats, but no guests
This is my big big world
But I
This is my jealousy
Scratching your skin with uncountable fingers
This is my TV show
Brothers, sisters, parents and tears
This is my dear best friend
He calls me he asks me but I don
This is my innocence
I have nothing to blame myself for
All this time I
You dreamed my dreams
And I dream our life
And I saw this in you
My stereotype, my stereotype
This is my jealousy
Scratching your skin with uncountable fingers
This is my TV show
Brothers, sisters, parents and tears
This is my dear best friend
He calls me he asks me but I don
This is my innocence
I have nothing to blame myself for
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