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Testo Art Attack
The greatest Illusionist of all time
This is the end of an era
What a God damned shame they became
Eyes glazed over, and hysterical
Like a moth to a flame
That died with a smile
When you fight for something you can't see
How can you believe? How can you believe?
Tear out every remaining organ
That has a beat, has a beat
The indifference (that little voice)
Led us beyond the truest quest
The beloved, the devoted
That never ending force of the quiet
Is this really so controversial
Don't be so hypocritical
Hung by our necks
We're suspended in disbelief
We'll keep on swaying til judgment day
When you fight for something you can't see
How can you believe?
How can you believe?
Tear out every remaining organ
That has a beat, has a beat
The indifference (that little voice)
Led us beyond the truest quest
The beloved, the devoted
That never ending force of the quiet
We unearth the illusion as to what
a pretty picture you are
They unearth the illusion as to what
a pretty picture you are
The indifference (that little voice)
Led us beyond the truest quest
The beloved, the devoted
That never ending force of the quiet
This is the end of an era
What a God damned shame they became
Eyes glazed over, and hysterical
Like a moth to a flame
That died with a smile
When you fight for something you can't see
How can you believe? How can you believe?
Tear out every remaining organ
That has a beat, has a beat
The indifference (that little voice)
Led us beyond the truest quest
The beloved, the devoted
That never ending force of the quiet
Is this really so controversial
Don't be so hypocritical
Hung by our necks
We're suspended in disbelief
We'll keep on swaying til judgment day
When you fight for something you can't see
How can you believe?
How can you believe?
Tear out every remaining organ
That has a beat, has a beat
The indifference (that little voice)
Led us beyond the truest quest
The beloved, the devoted
That never ending force of the quiet
We unearth the illusion as to what
a pretty picture you are
They unearth the illusion as to what
a pretty picture you are
The indifference (that little voice)
Led us beyond the truest quest
The beloved, the devoted
That never ending force of the quiet
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