We find ourselves in this crazy mine. Unable to stop digging until we find that transparent diamond
Chop chop chop goes the chef to keep us going and find that ecstasy of gold
Prisoners of this island
Greed had us sold
They promise us great riches if we conduct the experiments
The finding of diamonds and gold had us craving new upgrades
Used like instruments
We are part of their trades
There is no better feeling that the ecstasy of a new beginning
We exploit this land for all it is worth
Economy is sinking
A new machine has given birth
Crazy Diamond is called
When someone finds that which they seek
A lump of simple coal turn diamond and is driven crazy when installed
It is no longer a freak
The ecstasy that it must feel
That promised gold that shines so brightly
Crazy enough to break all diamonds with steel
I want it too. I must ask them politely
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FantasyWARNING: CONTAINS VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Sooner or later, we all crumble beneath our fears. It's up to us to recall what makes us human and stand strong against adversity. Memories, shattered and scattered throughout our lives, come to us one by one.
