People like you
You live in a dream world
You despise the outside
And you fear you're the next one
It's in your dream
There's just one question
Should I kill?
Or should I be left behind?
Sick and tired
Of all your complaints
This is the hour
We bring it down
I've come to realize
Every little glimpse, you fade
I was told that I could fly
When least expected, cloud connected
You seem to be
So introverted
How come we fail?
With all that is given?
You crossed the line
You remember my name
Time runs backwards
As long as you are heading that way
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