Act_XI
Us humans, are all fragile at the middle, shatters so easily at a devil's fiddle
The only thing that binds us together is that red lump that decides now or never
Poor little glass made boy.
The world found a brand new toy.
Dear poor little glass made boy,
Are you really going to accept this fate of yours?
Why can't you see there are other routes and doors?
For just this time forget about your laws.
When all this is done, a new era would have begun.
