EXISTENCE IN THE REAL WORLD
I speak only to myself, And to no one else, Me and my ego are alone, Still holding the sword blade in my heart like Excalibur in stone, There is no soul below, It disappeared long ago, Ah... I wear a mask daily to survive, Without a mask, I would immediately be on the blade of a knife, I have nothing else to do but pretend, If I show my real face, they will not accept. I missed the moment when hypocrisy became normal, I don't know 'bout you, but the world has long had gray colors, It was just a matter of who was pretendin' n' hiding from reality, AND WHO PERCEIVED EVERYTHING WITHOUT ANY FILTERS. I HAVE ALWAYS SEEN THE ROT OF THE WORLD, THE WORLD WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AS BEFORE, WE'RE TRYIN' TO KEEP AT LEAST WHAT IS LEFT, BUT THE THING IS WE KEEP KILLING OURSELVES, WE'RE TRYIN' TO KEEP AT LEAST WHAT IS LEFT, BUT THE THING IS WE KEEP KILLING OURSELVES LIFE IS A GAME IN WHICH PEOPLE PLAY TO PROGRESS, GENERATION AFTER GENERATION IS CHANGIN' CONSCIOUSNESS, NATURE DIES WHILE PEOPLE'S EXPECTATIONS OF LIFE ARE CONSTANTLY GROWIN', WE USE, BUT GIVE NOTHING, WE AIN'T EVOLVING, BUT ROTTING...
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