This noise might drive you crazy
Wire strings inside your head'
A victim of circumstances'
Are you sure you wanted the stage this bad?
The countdown will end in a minute
The crowd in the dark waits eagerly
The lights will search for flesh
And you'll be the target of their clarity
It ain't no showtime It's wartime
This is the thing that you've dreamt for
You were going out of your mind for the feeling
Failing, reeling, your body shaking
Wanting to feel that imminent pain
You lied, you cried, many times you died
All you wanted was to get there
Look around see where you have arrived
Sometimes a dream, sometimes a nightmare
One million dollar bill, wave a fear, instinct to kill
You feel like you're close to the edge
But 'Shape up, boy!', the manager says
You don't want it but you need it
This pain, this strain, this tension
You've got to go now, they're calling your name
But the faith in you needs resurrection
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