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to fake is to arm oneself
the trick is to let no one
get through that shell
but despite my smile
serving the right to be loved
i get fucked by the powers i held so dear
another day's just another defeat
In this fighting zone we are fighting
All alone

I see my life in a
Very different light now
I'm down to one more goal

Show me a world where
I've never been born
'cause i bet it's no better
Nor worse than it is today
I got to get away from this place
But i don't know where
So i'll go nowhere

Alone

I'll escape tomorrow, fake today
'cause i still hear you breathe
Over the noise of the living

Distract from distrust to trust
- Destruction