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Bound by cords by my own hands Head filled with books and my own fantasy land Reticent and contracted Every move beforehand practiced I can't relax into the uncertainty It's pain, it's hell Every entering moment I cannot foretell How do I expose the beautiful parts without exposing the scars and bruises? No one likes those, everyone now just wants illusions. The fact is That I feel and miss and hurt Like everyone Tall grass and soil beneath me I'm sinking Into a fantasy And it feels so good and it feels so wrong Because it takes me away from reality And I know I got to face reality, With both it's joys and woes But just once more I will serenade the song of nonconformity. Systems crumbling beneath our feet As we speak But my outlook is rather serene But yours is bleak And you ask: "What do you mean" The world is ending But look, you're supporting the systems So don't act like you're against them when you are one of them Instead of playing the blame game and pinning the problems on a group of people, Look at yourself in the mirror If we get rid of "those people" nothing is going to change We need to look at ourselves first We must change ourselves first.
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Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
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Bound by cords by my own hands Head filled with books and my own fantasy land Reticent and contracted Every move beforehand practiced I can't relax into the uncertainty It's pain, it's hell Every entering moment I cannot foretell How do I expose the beautiful parts without exposing the scars and bruises? No one likes those, everyone now just wants illusions. The fact is That I feel and miss and hurt Like everyone Tall grass and soil beneath me I'm sinking Into a fantasy And it feels so good and it feels so wrong Because it takes me away from reality And I know I got to face reality, With both it's joys and woes But just once more I will serenade the song of nonconformity. Systems crumbling beneath our feet As we speak But my outlook is rather serene But yours is bleak And you ask: "What do you mean" The world is ending But look, you're supporting the systems So don't act like you're against them when you are one of them Instead of playing the blame game and pinning the problems on a group of people, Look at yourself in the mirror If we get rid of "those people" nothing is going to change We need to look at ourselves first We must change ourselves first.
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Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
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