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Deep beneath a veil of lies
We wear to make the days go by
We ache and chafe for validation
Desperate for an explanation
Why is there no cure for listlessness?
Why does all life have to end
With the loneliness of death?
And is there any sympathy left for the living?
Stuck in a rut with nothing to say
The skin is a prison, the smile is a cage
The snip to the talk, the scream to your face
This world is a landfill, a terrible waste
The fatal flaws we face
Will never cease or dissipate
You can never dream enough to change
When you wake up it's the same old day
But what your heart won't admit
Is that you're scared and confused
From the horrors of the world that are haunting you
But you're not that bright, with your hands bound tight
You can kill yourself with guilt, but still you'll never find
Any sympathy left for the living
Stuck in a rut with nothing to say
The skin is a prison, the smile is a cage
The snip to the talk, the scream to your face
This world is a landfill, a terrible waste
The cherry blossom's wilted skin
Will not return to form again
Without the punishment of rain
The fatal flaw that we can brand
Bleeds a bloomer that's so grand
That we can begin to understand
And to find pleasure in your pain
It's a song but it seems so spoiled with gifts
Its freedom is a snowy drift
That only needs one single breath
To turn into an avalanche