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Symphony, of the Choir's Tears
I'm dancing, with the choirs. In the lonely stage… No role to play. A symphony of choirs. The king has nothing to say, in the courts of masks. I, with everyone, have nothing to say. I, with everyone, in the courts of masks. and now… in an anguished king’s throne. To I of this despair. In the stage of hanging puppets. If I don't sing with a chorus, why did I write this lyric song? I'm dancing, with the choirs. Let me out of this stage. The audience will stare at me. A symphony of choirs. It's a dream, but I can't wake up, and now, why am I here? Why am I here, and why am I, in the court of masks, and an anguished king’s throne? Immortalized all the pain, within. Why should I mope with their sorrows? In the end, why should I fear this palace, but my pain is greater… To I of this despair. In the stage of hanging puppets. If I don't sing with a chorus, why did I write this lyric song? The nobles behind the masks. The king left the kingdom in anguish. He left us all in limbo, to let all of us in anguish. Couldn’t he release us from his terrible pleasure, at his own kingdom?! To I of this despair. In the stage of hanging puppets. If I don't sing with a chorus, why did I write this lyric song? I'm dancing, with the choirs. The audience will stare at me. A symphony of choirs.
The Circus of the Dread Ones
The Tarot Card of Static