[Verse 1]
While you make pretty speeches
I'm being cut to shreds
You feed me to the lions
A delicate balance
[Verse 2]
When this just feels like
Spinning plates
I'm living in Cloud-cuckoo-land
And this just feels like
Spinning plates
My body's floating down the muddy river
While you make pretty speeches
I'm being cut to shreds
You feed me to the lions
A delicate balance
[Verse 2]
When this just feels like
Spinning plates
I'm living in Cloud-cuckoo-land
And this just feels like
Spinning plates
My body's floating down the muddy river
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