Of an ancient text of truth With a cardboard backdrop And there's nothing left to lose And to tear your costumes off Failure comes and failure stalks Through the breathing holes
And then your mind will sway
Full of gossip, lies, and death You can never cheat what's left Then they're looking for relief And the strongman is in grief
And then your bones will splay
But don't improvise or sleep You might earn the role of the thief
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