Imagine living just to die
Imagine being rightless servant
And unaware of what is lie
And what is real, but you deserve it
Imagine praising only greed
And lust and hope for better future
We party while some are in need
Denying that our core is mutual
Time pours like sand through our palms
We waste it like we are immortal
And we can travel to the past
And pick it up into the bottle
Imagine there's no need to flee
From ourselves, what would it be like?
I hope some day we all will see
That we are our only villain
Villain
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