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Living in lies.
Apathy comes natural, when we watch.
It's hard to notice when you're in the mix.
Hard not to notice when out.
Cringes are frequent and more mind clenching.
Empty time becomes painful thinking time.
Losing touch, hating more and more.
Brooding, always brooding.
Throwing away restrictful stereotypes.
Floating through life has ups, but the downs are always there.
Living too many lives.
Less chains.
Confusion and chaos are two key words in this life right now.
Maybe it will be better when all the chains are sawed apart.
At times I filled with pity for others, but then it turns around and I have pity for myself.
The pity for others, however, always brings about tuggings in my conciousness.
I know what people are trying to do, what they want.
Sometimes, I know.
It's impossible to know everything.
I know nothing.
But yes, at the same time everything.
Digging their own graves, that's it.
Digging graves.
Digging graves, doesn't matter though.
Correct?
I don't know.
I know nothing.
They can't comprehend, they have no idea.
I can't comprehend, I have no idea.
I am still more than what they think I am.
Everyone is that way.
Tools, we are, to them.
To their path to the ultimate.
We're all on that path.
Apathy comes natural, when we watch.
It's hard to notice when you're in the mix.
Hard not to notice when out.
Cringes are frequent and more mind clenching.
Empty time becomes painful thinking time.
Losing touch, hating more and more.
Brooding, always brooding.
Throwing away restrictful stereotypes.
Floating through life has ups, but the downs are always there.
Living too many lives.
Less chains.
Confusion and chaos are two key words in this life right now.
Maybe it will be better when all the chains are sawed apart.
At times I filled with pity for others, but then it turns around and I have pity for myself.
The pity for others, however, always brings about tuggings in my conciousness.
I know what people are trying to do, what they want.
Sometimes, I know.
It's impossible to know everything.
I know nothing.
But yes, at the same time everything.
Digging their own graves, that's it.
Digging graves.
Digging graves, doesn't matter though.
Correct?
I don't know.
I know nothing.
They can't comprehend, they have no idea.
I can't comprehend, I have no idea.
I am still more than what they think I am.
Everyone is that way.
Tools, we are, to them.
To their path to the ultimate.
We're all on that path.