rejection
like a promise unfulfilled
from an emptiness distiled
as one final sign
perpetuates our solo decline
we've failed
the systems we've created drag us down
on crowed streets
we'll die alone
our dreams are only flesh and bone
one day some way
when you fall apart and waste away
you'll see no doubt
this world is gonna spit you out
drained
no sign of life
this world of lies
is gonna cut you down to size
they'll spit you out
like a spoke in their machine
some people break like glass
it just might be your final chance to feel
can you distinguich fate from what seems real
enamored by the romance of regret
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