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as i started to fall, i made my escape

and i screamed, "OH MY GOD I'VE MADE A MISTAKE.."

still searching for answers, asleep but awake,

i walked down the streets singing songs about hate.

and just as some truth could have come from a snake

a million lies would have come through the same.

still chaos surrounds all these physical traits

and the kids in the valley who all look the same

cry "GIVE ME YOUR SILENCE! I'LL GIVE YOU MY PAIN!"

they sleep with the sounds that have broken my brain

that permeate through until all is erased

figures and shadows and harlequin chains

hide behind pictures of cities and gates

and i shouted to them;

"DON'T YOU KNOW THIS ISN'T REAL?

DON'T YOU KNOW IT'S JUST A DREAM?

ISN'T THIS EXACTLY THE IDEAL OF WHAT SHOULD NEVER BE?

ALL CREATION GROANS LONGING TO BE FREE

FROM THE STRUGGLE OF EXISTENCE,

AND THE CHAINS OF EMPATHY."

and they carried on with their little game