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Through the looking glass of fame
We'll never know what could've been
Cravings pulled you deep within
Thrown into the hit machine
Feed the beast, start the routine
You gave it all just to chase this flame
The dotted line, a puppet in the game now
Twisted and cheating, the fame we chase is bleating
Turned against brother for acclaim that is fleeting
Over and over, the cycle won't end
The melody weeping its funeral hymn
And over and over, addicted to pain
Through (through) thе looking glass of fame
I look around at what I have
Clawed and clutchеd what I could grab
Normalcy, it fades away
Bending backward to obey
Build us up, sacrifice it all
Tear it apart, the inevitable downfall
You want to see this, broken and defeated
A childhood dream now fed to the machine
Over and over, the cycle won't end
The melody weeping its funeral hymn
And over and over, addicted to pain
Through (through) the looking glass of fame
Lines off of broken mirrors
Reflecting craven fears
A clown to entertain
A jester for their gain
Loathe you, I hate you, despise you
You think you made me?
I'll crush you, I'll break you, erase you
You're fucking dead to me
Loathe you, I hate you, despise you
You think you made me?
I'll crush you, I'll break you, erase you
You're fucking dead to me
Loathe you, I hate you, despise you
You think you made me?
I'll crush you, I'll break you, erase you
You're fucking dead to me
Over and over, the cycle won't end
The melody weeping its funeral hymn
And over and over, addicted to pain
Through (through) the looking glass of fame
Lines off of broken mirrors
Reflecting craven fears
A clown to entertain
A jester for their gain
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