Another part of the world,
trying to live the dreams,
that doesn’t exist I was told,
I’m not so lost now, it seems
Have to master the art of act,
in order to come closer,
I have to become blind to stay in tact
and exist next to all the posers.
Fall to rise is the price I pay,
all this will be forgotten,
unless my soul will disobey,
inside of me there is something rotten.
What we live is what we choose,
surrounded by the silent lies,
all these maskt I’m gonna loose,
leav you alone in the endless tries.
Point you finger if you dare,
say your thoughts you never had,
you lost your word and just stare,
now you lost, nothin more to add.
I rised from the as of your hopes,
had to break through all your walls.
Lived the life with which you can’t cope.
Now I’m on the top, so point if you got the balls.
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