Twice the fire Double the traction Distanced the mire Enhanced distraction Built on illusion In a split second Every word a stone For the weakening Indecision In your golden prison Misdivision In your broken vision Was it murder? Then who did you help? Was it kindness? Then who did you kill? Everyone knows, believe me Everything shows, deceive me That signal in your eye Not living, not trying to die Indecision In your golden prison Head on collision In your pattern arisen |
Life has taught me to think. But thinking hasn't taught me to live.
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