Emotions buried in a body tension
Distorted thoughts offer false salvation
A lonely distance is the way you feel
White colors fulfill our empty beliefs
This isn't really how we're meant to be
But when the lights go out this isn't me
They draw polluted clouds, an endless apathy
They built a sky of lies, a broken fantasy
They make products with a visual past
Perfect consumers of a visual lust
This isn't really how we're meant to be
But when the lights go out this isn't me
This isn't really how we're meant to be
But when the lights go out this isn't me
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