Buried, Submerged... Convinced we have to be different Convinced that beauty has to be unique We build a form entirely hollow Our sole purpose a beautiful ending Claiming we want to stay alive We devour our own fantasies Take out the rib of fiction Molding a new reality But since we are not God, we fail to breath in life Then we cry and darken the world Claiming it hath not mercy We dream of a perfect world While draining out the perfection It's no longer about the perfect imperfection It's now about the perfect delusion ...Buried, Submerged...we are truly lost And since the lost see no light or hope It's okay to say ...It is a dark world.
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