The
stage of dreams
The
way of performers
Telling
each other sinking deep into red
Of
the schemes of back stabbers
They
love to take out; each out of the equation
The
words of pirate hardly it can be gold
The
rowers rush in
Rowing
hard to get to the beach
The
stage of dreams
The
shadows of lies and deceit
But
who really cares?
When
they smell the cash
The
performances to pull the crowd
The
hands wave and eyes see
The
minds make up the story
The
smelling of bad breath
But
who really cares?
It's
only the people
Worrying
of the downfall
When
the liars still walk free
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