within our power
                               beyond the reach
                               of slavish pride,
                                 to no-longer
                              harbour grievances
                               behind the mask's
                             opportunists facade,

                        we could welcome responsibility
                            like a long lost friend
                           and re-establish laughter
                        in the doll's house once again.

                          For time has imprisoned us
                           in the order of our years
                         in the discipline of our ways
                   and in the passing of momentary stillness

                        You can see our chaos in motion
                              our chaos in motion
                        We can view our chaos in motion
                          view our chaos in motion...

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                   ...and the subsequent collisions of fools
                   well-versed in the subtle art of slavery