you stand in front of a dead ghost-ridereveryone's going mad todayi
stand in front of a dead ghostriderand hear
them crying hurray!aaaaaaah the say hurray!
they sing hurray.
for you too hard to stay,
for you too late todaythey live behind a blinded mirrordon't you feel
the creepy cheerthe people here are called barrillasthey have no
friends except their fearwe still hear them laugh
behind the mirrorthey like to dream of being healed.
barrillas, barillas,
punished foreveruntil you wake up and they are freeand you are free.
if you wake up...

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