A person desires his life,
To be lived outside time.
How much more will he lie?
He asks questions, he asks for a knife.
A world of hope, a world of life,
Will they give, will he buy?
Dust till dawn is your time,
How to grow, how to die?
A word to write, a letter to die,
Thoughts are given, the curse is mine.
Fake emotions, the faces are dry,
How to choose, when to cry?
Choose your crime, your guilt now,
Why is my love often stuck in the market of beauty?
Do this, do that, keep yourself busy,
Fulfil the hungers of the greedy.
Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 3:12 PM UTC
A person desires his life,
To be lived outside time.
How much more will he lie?
He asks questions, he asks for a knife.
A world of hope, a world of life,
Will they give, will he buy?
Dust till dawn is your time,
How to grow, how to die?
A word to write, a letter to die,
Thoughts are given, the curse is mine.
Fake emotions, the faces are dry,
How to choose, when to cry?
Choose your crime, your guilt now,
Why is my love often stuck in the market of beauty?
Do this, do that, keep yourself busy,
Fulfil the hungers of the greedy.
