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[Intro]
(One, two, three, four)

[Chorus]
No amount of dreaming can save us
When the pillars of the light show us their darkest of faces
They'll take what they need and then bleed you dry on the pavement
Then get off with a slap on the wrist for free, 'cause they're famous
I don't wanna come off complacent
And honestly, I'm losing every bit of my patience
But if what comes tomorrow can shake our world from a daydream
Then what good is that for all the victims today's seen?

[Verse]
It's really not that fucking hard
Can't you get it through your head that you should have a fucking heart?
For what it's worth
You hid it too well from the start
And honestly, it's fucking sickening to think I played the part
Or at least I might have
This shit cannot get swept back under with a "My bad"
Can't even find the words to finish all this out
But what's the difference? 'Cause your kind never change
Stuck buying into this game, manipulation for fame

[Chorus]
No amount of dreaming can save us
When the pillars of the light show us their darkest of faces
They'll take what they need and then bleed you dry on the pavement
Then get off with a slap on the wrist for free, 'cause they're famous
I don't wanna come off complacent
And honestly, I'm losing every bit of my patience
But if what comes tomorrow can shake our world from a daydream
Then what good is that for all the victims today's seen?