In every movement,
A little something,
We're just living this lie,
While draining our feelings dry.
Look into the mirror,
Every moment of joy is tender,
No way of stopping the influence,
Because our humanity burns.
Don't let the indecision thrive on us,
Or else we'll finally burst,
Hate who we've become,
Accept the woes of the gun.
This is no place to live,
It's not a gift,
We live in the dark,
Trying to put things together and praying for luck.
How do we live happily with suspiscion,
When everything is lined with contradiction,
How do we get rid of these masks,
While our lives lasts.
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