[Verse 1: Rustage]
Scrambled and wordless. Fate rearranged
By the hand of the circus. Man that they worship
Act like it’s perfect but pain will be coloured
By paint that they have on the surface
It’s not a game you can challenge in earnest
The set falls away and the camera is whirring
Lines on a page but the chapter is burning
Keep changing direction but see that I haven’t been turning
Only got 5 letters but I've taken a vowel
Try better, it won’t change the amount
Nice wеather and there's rain in thе clouds
But the water don’t come 'cause the paper ran out
I don’t control all the words that I say with my mouth
Started with hope, but then laboured in doubt
Destined to float but then stayed on the ground
'Cause they sent us a saint but then made him a clown
I cannot flee the machine
Singing their song and repeating the theme
Singing their song and repeating the theme
Singing their song but not keeping the beat
I’m not keeping the rhythm. There’s freedom in dreams
I’m not the person they see me to be
I’ll be the melody, playing my discordant tones
On the music they teach us the preach
Scrambled and wordless. Fate rearranged
By the hand of the circus. Man that they worship
Act like it’s perfect but pain will be coloured
By paint that they have on the surface
It’s not a game you can challenge in earnest
The set falls away and the camera is whirring
Lines on a page but the chapter is burning
Keep changing direction but see that I haven’t been turning
Only got 5 letters but I've taken a vowel
Try better, it won’t change the amount
Nice wеather and there's rain in thе clouds
But the water don’t come 'cause the paper ran out
I don’t control all the words that I say with my mouth
Started with hope, but then laboured in doubt
Destined to float but then stayed on the ground
'Cause they sent us a saint but then made him a clown
I cannot flee the machine
Singing their song and repeating the theme
Singing their song and repeating the theme
Singing their song but not keeping the beat
I’m not keeping the rhythm. There’s freedom in dreams
I’m not the person they see me to be
I’ll be the melody, playing my discordant tones
On the music they teach us the preach
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