翻訳: フリオイグレシアス. AIミー.
Blinded by this false circle of influence these programmed thoughts are not real. Losing becomes a fear it draws near. We push away with denial, denial
Lies; they fill your eyes, laced with doubts, False promises I see all that you hide. You share feelings but keep them pushed aside. To merely try is
Friend? Where did you go? And how did you end up here at the place that I call home Tell me now friend, maybe you should leave again. Maybe you don't
We're driving east and west, on this one way highway You give us hope it has no place to call home The collisions make, an impact to last a lifetime
I strike a match, the heat will rise Spark the flint upon the aeresole Up with the Heat, I lift from this place I feel it Lift the paper, turn the page
We burn. Start over. Ashes to this soil that we fertilize We grow up form grace from rehearsals from a played out fall down. With this match I'll let
The next episode in the series, where the blinds are removed and the light, it shines through It pierces window panes it shatters glass. It scrapes the
Cross me off the list, of loves of your life Place me on a quaint dish, just for your pretty mouth to devour Witness my sweetness Turn Sour, Half past
Influence is a fucking disease, we all are infected, no injection can save us, (this is a blasting zone) We lose limbs in this space that we've created
Overwhelmed by the weight, current state of the world it gets tough to hold my head up high As Cracking a Smile feels like a task now, it feels so unfamiliar
