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We are hollow
the archetypes of a modern man
demoralized to the core
The hosts are more pale than their shadows

For years I kept on keeping it inside,
snuff out the agony to push it aside
and live scared if the truth would ever see light

The pain makes me stronger but closes my eyes
the words coming out meant for poisoned minds
unaware of when I've gone too far

I can't feel my heart beat,
longing for colors in my life again
Scared and sanguine for this story to end
Staring to the beautiful eyes of death

Disappointment,
the gilded crown we're destined
to wear
with pride and despair

Are we lost in our search for the times
of peace and quiet to lose the weight
of the world from our shoulders

In our efforts to make amends
to rebuilt the damage of old eras
in our search we may have gone too far

I can't feel my heart beat,
longing for colors in my life again
Scared and sanguine for this story to end
Staring to the beautiful eyes of death

Pretentious
think highly of what I am
condescending to the core
the cardinal sin of the modern man

What is the point of preaching to thee
when there is no one left to see it unfold

Pompous desire to determine what's right
sparing no effort or sparing no might
has left us no room to breath

I can't feel my heart beat,
wish there were colors in my life again
staring to the night like so many before me
Standing at the edge with the void calling
me by name

Vigorously unable to accept the fate
to live when everything feels the same
To live when everything is monochromatic grey

I can't feel my heart beat,
longing for colors in my life again
Scared and sanguine for this story to end
Staring to the empty eyes of death again

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