Your decadent voice whispers quility, we’ve fallen backwards, fallen away from this life
don’t run. lower your voice, find your cause.
Love doesn’t grow, by itself you know – blinded guards asleep, so blow my mind and cheat my reaction.
fix yourself by the palm trees –
Afflicted and absorbed, floating into, into the sea.
Calculated accidents, or an interpretation of life, we shouldn’t look back, on what we wanted to be.
The pouring rain, recalls that awful denial - Sorrow follows those, who are competitive – we only wear each other, as a symbol, in the back of our mind. will we dine alone. we never speak our minds.
The pouring rain, recalls that night, We never felt compassion, never will – this whole city may see us fight. In indifference light.
never felt denial as I did that night, that night – we stopped drinking, why would we stop sharing. Slowly the voice of silence took over. Playful memories drown in vain
It will vanish, it will drown, open wounds, sanctions forced us out.
We never felt compassion – but we felt alive
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