Like light to the flies
we walk like we live
on shattered ground
all the fears in our heads
they cant be erased
from our fragile minds
they will be released
all our deepest fears
the serpents tongues
they speak it out
sleepwalking ghosts
not able to believe
that their existence is extinguished
like light to the flies
we keep on seeking
When all hope is gone
Would we reject to live?
Or would we raise our fists
to uprise and to end all this
When all hope is gone
Would we reject to live?
Or would we raise our fists
To uprise and to end all this
Are we allowed to live
When we always act like
Everything is so fucking meaningless
We are sleeper
We are sleepwalker

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