Web of lies
Living a life of lie
In the world of lie
I am just a source of another syndrome called lie.
The world could have all my lie,
The sun could have
All my sins
The moon could have
All my mistakes
So that maybe one day I could just have,
My lonely self.
My throat is clogging,
My voice is dying
The world is dragging
All the sanes in the pool of blame
In the name of ragging.
The looks we priortize,
The body we brag about
Is just as black as our souls.
The only way to save them all is,
SCREAM.
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"When will you SCREAM?"
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