All hell's crashing down inside*
The windows to the other side
Shimmering in rooms to quiet sighs of
'Oh well if it's happening there
It isn't here', and god appears to deal
A different hand to different tiers
But this play is not over yet
Hear the music of those marionettes
Beating drums down the quiet streets
Of ignorance and vain regrets
And all these fears swiftly come to pass
Presently she feels we're past
Cups of tea and optimistic prayers
Cos out there's our unholy mess
Gathering its long white dress
And marching down aisle to marry this
Matrimonial future bliss
Kiss the tide and hope it doesn't lift up your
Carpet woven from apathy and token frets
All Hell!
But this play is not over yet
Hear the music of those marionettes
Beating drums down the quiet streets

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