There is a crowd in here, who fool themselves;
they brought their friends, and they made their Hell.
They fake their grin, it'll always sell.
I took it all in, but what do I know?
There are a few in here, that hurt themselves;
they kick, and beg, they have a dried-up will.
They call for help, and you know them well.
Are you aware of what I know?
I, I will not surrender.
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