All The World Is Mad

Thrice

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    We are saints made of plaster, our laughter is canned
    We are demons that hide in the mirror
    But the blood on our hands
    Paints a picture exceedingly clear

    We are brimming with cumbersome, murderous greed
    And malevolence deep and profound
    We do unspeakable deeds
    Does our wickedness know any bounds?

    Something's gone terribly wrong with everyone
    All the world is mad
    Darkness brings terrible things, the sun is come
    What vanity, our sad, wretched fires

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    We can't medicate man to perfection again
    We can't legislate peace in our hearts
    We can't educate sin from our souls
    It's been there from the start

    The blind lead the blind into bottomless pits
    Still we smile and deny that we're cursed
    But of all our iniquities
    Ignorance may be the worst

    Something's gone terribly wrong with everyone
    All the world is mad
    Darkness brings terrible things, the sun is come
    What vanity, our sad, wretched fires

    Oh, what little light we have
    It only serves to show
    The snares and seeds of wrath
    That we've already sewn on every path

    Something's gone terribly wrong with everyone
    All the world is mad
    Darkness brings terrible things, the sun is come
    What vanity, our sad, wretched fires

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    Composición: Thrice

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