Every Dawn Longing For A New Evolution
Crawling Beneath The Sun To Flash On Our Side
Raging Against These Medicines Of Paranoia
We Fall Into The Trench Of The Fake Heaven
Putting Aside Our Dreams Amidst Our Crying Souls
We Relax Among The Undying Pandemonium
Every Now And Then Trying To Quit The Things We Can’t Breathe Without
With Our Realization Being Lost In The Clouds Of Consolation
But We Beg Mercy For Not Stepping On Your Dreams
Living For Dual Dreams, Is Beyond Our Endurance
Though Being In Our Closest Proximity, You Create A Borderline
Mediocrity Isn’t Our Perception, Nor Perfectionism
So, Let Us Comfort In This Hole We’re Sinking Through
And Navigate Our Imagination Through Your Rusted Conscience
Because We Don't Want To Be The Silent Voices
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