Risen from the ash...

Risen from the ash, risen from the grave.
Chasing a pipe dream, boosting hedonism.
Trying cope with love, selling it by sales.
We are just falling down.
There're no autumn, leaves...
Reaching shooting stars.
Heart in armour bleeds.
We are just puppets, stans!
Mustn't make a stish.
Horizon is the widest,
but it is small indeed.


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