We ain't really ever wanna live, never born to become these people,
Shatter their means with evidence that it's evident that we hide to avoid the hate.
But did it ever occur that the world isn't painted in a picture, stable,
Rather the colors are your dreams as the camera moves in frames
In the hopes you create this change.
I know, I know that all these patterns
Rely on selfish lows:
Rings if Saturn.
And all we know is to follow the noise,
And the only sound you hear is my voice.
Don't go where they go.
Find your way home.
Rooftop where the air's brisk, and it's night time but the sky's lit
With the brightness of your bright eyes,
And that dress you got on is the right size.
Let them all just hate while we sit on top of the world smiling
And wait til the sun comes up,
When the world wakes up
After dreaming of a place to hide in.
I know, I know that all these patterns
Rely on selfish lows:
Rings of Saturn.
And all we know is to follow the noise,
And the only sound you hear is my voice.
Don't go where they go.
Find your way home.

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