Should not be this way.
Should not feel this way.
The clouds, came back (Nostalgia sounds)
The earth dries up again, it is the same beginning (Probably a worst end)
It is me against me one more time.
They morph, they lie, they cheat.
They'll do anything to watch me in the floor (Vitality going away)
Up there is a tragedy,
a constant threat to myself and the people around me.
The act of remorse is stated every night again (by copying the four fake goddesses)
and I am just in the middle of the trial again, for trying to be normal...
I try so hard to be free...
I will do as I can,
if my resistance (dumb from the core) fails.
What if all I'll ever do again is a life in illusion,
a mere hologram projected into reality,
could it be a sign of progress, of transgression?
Or all I'll do is find myself always dreaming?
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