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• Artiste: Scarlet's Remains
• Titre: Spin
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We stand idly by, we turn a blinded eye Our brains, they are so clean from repeated cycles in the spin machine We march to the same beat on the same well-trodden street Strangers to each other, but well-known to our big brother Be listless, lose your aim; go sell your soul for fame We've ways to measure success here and it has little to do with character While some struggle to survive; a fight to stay alive You're more concerned with celebrities than you are with your own family It makes me sick - I want no part of it Bring me back to Earth and start my heart again beating I resign from the roll, forget everything I know All the lies they told to me to keep me from screaming Believe what they report; belittle them for sport Entertainment for humor's sake, but do NOTHING to enact a change We watch on the cold screen, decipher what this all means Removed from our humanity and grasping at traces of sanity It makes me sick - I want no part of it Bring me down to Earth and start my heart again beating I resign from the roll, forget everything I know All the lies they told to me to keep me from screaming It makes me sick: I've become the hypocrite Reunite me with my soul and start my heart again beating I quit the whole routine, this joyless monotony A silenced, gaping orifice tries to keep from screaming, screaming, screaming, screaming!