You could raise the dead with those terribly troublesome eyes.
Maybe you'll always be the...
Maybe you'll always be the same.
Are you alone, locked inside that prison in your head?
You walk through the crowd,
lost to the sound, invisible to every passerby.
This waking life is not what it seems to be.
No time to talk, no air the breathe.
Reminisce the scent of a single flower
What butchers cleave, the wolves devour.
But if you consume it, you will surely die.
When you're buried with tenderness,
you'll take it to your solitary grave.
Are you alone, locked inside that prison in your head?
You walk through the crowd,
lost in the sound, invisible to every passerby
Invisible to every passerby.

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