Out of hundreds of townspeople's'
knives stuck out of my back
The only haven exists is an early grave
Nothing but a proliferation of broken dreams
Thanks to you, these dreams I'll never get back.
Long barred, broken windows -
The path to where I'm going to be.
Emaciated shoulders and insomnia eyes -
where I can't move and can never sleep.
Twisted mirrors I shall break -
No more hollow laughs and crooked smiles.
AND THEN SAVE ME FROM ILLUSION!
As you all sit here
Perking up
prancing your privilege
Talking loads of bullshit.
You say that you
wanna drag you with me?
To polish your fashion,
behind your lies?
you hide your greeds
behind your lies.
Such deceiving fiends
cannot be trusted...
WHERE'S THE LINE?
TELL ME THE TRUTH!
nothing more to gain
in these synthesized broken dreams
exploited pains
nd faking sincerities.
tried to turn it around
got skinned for it
tried to burn it down
now I am Separate again.