Crumbling piece of paper
Trembling fingers in the night
Live is ocean of the mad behaviors
And if you born, you can't refused to fight
This, must be, prison of the hearts
The magic dying in our veins
We perish, now a dust inside
Imagination eats last cells
We Dr Jekyll - Mr Hyde
Alive in depth or ripped inside
Miscalculated human beings
We drunk ourselves but we can't hide!
Jump to relief, or left behind
But can't, we can't refused to fight
Can t refused to fight
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