The cut-out eye holes in your mask
They're windows into your soul
Painting pictures of your past
I'm not a pessimist
I'm just a realist
I fell for my own honeytrap
I swear I saw it coming
I wish I could take it back
There's no prosperity
I'll never belong here
You play your cards close to your chest
Cause' this is the age of
The ‘bystander effect'
I'm not a realist
I'm a surrealist

INVIA LE CORREZIONI