Hear my confession scream.
No one gets out.
No one gets out.
No one leaves.
Here comes the sound of cynicism.
Here comes the sound.
Brace yourself, because it's coming for you.
You better taste yourself, because it's gonna get you.
Get you tonight.
When you're in love, when you feel down.
You better run, you better hide.
You better be, you better be quick.
Here comes the sound of cynicism.
You better be quick.
When you reach for my home star.
Which only shines on my command.
Breathe with me.
Leading me.
Won't let you down.
I won't fall.
And all the rest is fake.
Here comes the sound of cynicism.
Brace yourself, because it's coming for you.
You better taste yourself, because it's gonna get you.
Get you tonight.
When you're in love, when you feel down.
You better run, you better hide.
You better be, you better be quick

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