| Do you believe
In what you see
Motionless wheel
Nothing is real
Wasting my time
In the waiting line
Do you believe
In what you see |
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| Play the popularity card, and people will flock to you. Play the indifference card and deal with your shortcomings.
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| All my friends are revealed
As no one in the sun
And all light was concealed
Otherwise undone
All my hopes are laid bare
Like smoke dreams in a chair
All the plans for escape
All the faith
And all my time has run out
Just seconds in a jar
All the nights that I owned
In Saxony and Cuba
All my faith has been lost
Like people in a flood
All the flesh that I knew
All the blood
All my friends are revealed
As no one in the sun
And all light was concealed
Otherwise undone |
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| The sun sets behind you
And it shines on me too
This view must be the highest beauty
And I know that light will pass
And the dark will fall
But I don't care about that now
No I don't care about that now
The days we spend
Searching, sometimes finding
If we die today, we should die smiling
And I know these times will be gone someday
But I don't care about that now
No I don't care about that now
What we believe, is what we believe
Faith, to give relief
And maybe all our truths will be lies someday
But I don't care about that now
I believe in love
Love believes in be
Though it tribulates
And my heart tests my sanity
And I know this love
Is gonna hurt some day
But I don't care about that now |
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| To the days I've lived, I was wondering how they went astray.
Keeps me up, and pondered why this had me phased.
It has been the best of it, could've had it worse.
empty speech lingers on this remote universe
Ever unfolding highways and mounts of information
and trash. I digress.
This isn't the bright future I had braved for, nor it be the ideal life to seek
Cannot bring the thought and actions to end it,
too much is at stake, and so I wonder..
What next to ponder?
What high might take me there?
I merely feel the uprising, but it is there. silently sleeping
or perhaps, patiently waiting?
Sure things will be better. Seven years go by.
Many have shared and been cared for.
And soon I will get mine.
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