Am I, perhaps, someone else
who's trying to dream
our shiny dreams
a reverse turn on the street
Inside the void and in the dizziness
pain set up business
and who can breathe
when he hides in his lie
The years burn, the days burn
with a bleeding wound
and if there are many threats
it's a harsh wage
I'm not afraid of you no matter what
what if the universe falls apart
there will remain in my soul
some self-lit moment
Inside me is the journey
nested deep in the heart
I've became a plaything to time
to be broken by children
Money doesn't make everything
and if you wear false wings
you won't be able to lift them
and fly, you poor fellow
Tonight tell me the truth
don't thing what it'll become of me
and if everything was fictitious
then go fuck yourself
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