Please, give me a reason
To think that we don't live in prison,
That everyday people
Aren't going to the hell deeper and deeper.
Please, give me a chance
To think that we still have sense,
That we aren't out of our senses,
That we still have crystalline lenses.
Please, talk to me,
Because I live in prison.
And those people are going to hell
Deeper and deeper.
After they creating a hell here,
They spreading the fear everywhere.
They making the rush for
Killing whisper.
This is the last straw [x3]
I'm not lying,
I'm just trying
To talk to you so!
I'm not lying,
I'm just trying
To talk to you so!
I'm fighting,
I'm crying,
I'm dying ...
Please
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