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In the World of Socialists

There's a door, I can see
I peep inside to see a beautiful tree
Filled with colours of all different hue
But what is it ? (I have no clue)
I go closer and touch the tree
Something strange happens on the count of three
The leaves fall off
And the colours are gone
I faded trunk and it becomes dusk from dawn
Now, that's something I know you're in
Crying, screaming and you keep begging
I let you in

Here's what you see:
It's the beautiful world of socialists
And a crying soul in the room midst
(I have no friends)
The colorful world of media now fades out
The faded dull soul's ripping shout
(It creeps me out)
I feel so alone and so lonely
I am worn out and my fingers feel bony
(I cry out)
That's what the inside of me looks like
Although outside you always see me smile
(The mind's little cam)
Today I open it up to you
So that you can know the truth
(That socialist can also die inside)
I keep seeing those tasty foods
Those people on the internet buying beautiful goods
(I feel such a failure)
I pray to God to open the door
Cause now I can't take it anymore
(I swallow that liquid lying on the floor)