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They put you away and you hang your soul.
They tell you can leave, but you refuse,
Sang your soul and say you have nothing to lose.
So you stay in your corner and hang a curtain.
... A beautiful yellow curtain.
In your own dungeon of doom,
Stuck in the grave of gloom,
Nothing’s ever certain … behind the yellow curtain…
Vowed not to open the curtain and see what’s outside.
So you stick in the crud, sink in the mud,
Think you have enough, so you live with the curtain shut.
In your own dungeon of doom,
Stuck in the grave of gloom,
Nothing’s ever certain behind the yellow curtain.
Finally mustered the courage to peek a glance,
You missed your chance you took too long and outgrew.
See it for yourself: the world is not as you once knew.
You say you didn’t miss a thing.
You’re above the rim.
Where are you now?
Left on your last limb?
The world turned while you‘re trapped in.
So you break down it a fit, because the fear held you down.
The fear did what it did, but you fell down.
In your own dungeon of doom,
Stuck in the grave of gloom,
Nothing’s ever certain … behind the yellow curtain…
In your own dungeon of doom,
Stuck in the grave of gloom,
Nothing’s ever certain behind the yellow curtain.
You missed it all, war broke loose,
Hell froze over and no one knows the truth.
Turned old and bitter – survival of the fittest [fitter] –
The blood spilled and there are many killers,
Each side blaming the other.
You hoped to wake up to a utopia.
I’m sorry to invoke ya’ –
Your own children followed tail to your act.
Locked in a prison of their minds and failed to come back.
It seems your authority forgot the common sense,
Erected a picket fence, and set up land dividers.
Many a men shot for touching what’s beyond wall…
Well they aren’t trapped… just you.
Afraid to go beyond what’s permissible.
Afraid to cause dispute. What’s a risk to you?
They die in the light.
In the darkness you thrive,
They’ll live freer dead than you do alive.
In your own dungeon of doom,
Stuck in the grave of gloom,
Nothing’s ever certain … behind the yellow curtain…
In your own dungeon of doom,
Stuck in the grave of gloom,
Nothing’s ever certain behind the yellow curtain.
Ignorance traps the mind.
The mind traps the heart.
That yellow curtain is there to ensure you’re content with discontent.
To ensure you’re secure with insecurity.
That you’re sufficient with the insufficient.
Ignorance traps the mind.
The mind traps the heart.
You know the rest.
In your own dungeon of doom,
Stuck in the grave of gloom,
Nothing’s ever certain … behind the yellow curtain…
In your own dungeon of doom,
Stuck in the grave of gloom,
Nothing’s ever certain behind the yellow curtain.
Written by Fatal Dawn
They tell you can leave, but you refuse,
Sang your soul and say you have nothing to lose.
So you stay in your corner and hang a curtain.
... A beautiful yellow curtain.
In your own dungeon of doom,
Stuck in the grave of gloom,
Nothing’s ever certain … behind the yellow curtain…
Vowed not to open the curtain and see what’s outside.
So you stick in the crud, sink in the mud,
Think you have enough, so you live with the curtain shut.
In your own dungeon of doom,
Stuck in the grave of gloom,
Nothing’s ever certain behind the yellow curtain.
Finally mustered the courage to peek a glance,
You missed your chance you took too long and outgrew.
See it for yourself: the world is not as you once knew.
You say you didn’t miss a thing.
You’re above the rim.
Where are you now?
Left on your last limb?
The world turned while you‘re trapped in.
So you break down it a fit, because the fear held you down.
The fear did what it did, but you fell down.
In your own dungeon of doom,
Stuck in the grave of gloom,
Nothing’s ever certain … behind the yellow curtain…
In your own dungeon of doom,
Stuck in the grave of gloom,
Nothing’s ever certain behind the yellow curtain.
You missed it all, war broke loose,
Hell froze over and no one knows the truth.
Turned old and bitter – survival of the fittest [fitter] –
The blood spilled and there are many killers,
Each side blaming the other.
You hoped to wake up to a utopia.
I’m sorry to invoke ya’ –
Your own children followed tail to your act.
Locked in a prison of their minds and failed to come back.
It seems your authority forgot the common sense,
Erected a picket fence, and set up land dividers.
Many a men shot for touching what’s beyond wall…
Well they aren’t trapped… just you.
Afraid to go beyond what’s permissible.
Afraid to cause dispute. What’s a risk to you?
They die in the light.
In the darkness you thrive,
They’ll live freer dead than you do alive.
In your own dungeon of doom,
Stuck in the grave of gloom,
Nothing’s ever certain … behind the yellow curtain…
In your own dungeon of doom,
Stuck in the grave of gloom,
Nothing’s ever certain behind the yellow curtain.
Ignorance traps the mind.
The mind traps the heart.
That yellow curtain is there to ensure you’re content with discontent.
To ensure you’re secure with insecurity.
That you’re sufficient with the insufficient.
Ignorance traps the mind.
The mind traps the heart.
You know the rest.
In your own dungeon of doom,
Stuck in the grave of gloom,
Nothing’s ever certain … behind the yellow curtain…
In your own dungeon of doom,
Stuck in the grave of gloom,
Nothing’s ever certain behind the yellow curtain.
Written by Fatal Dawn
MOTM
That was great. You had me on the edge of my seat the whole time.
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