Stuck to a place
Of endless dreams
Of hidden ideals
Of forgotten feelings
Of emerging fears
Of strange beings
Of sweet lies
Of robotic singing
Where no one ever dies…
Dying means resurrection
To a greater plan in life…
Living means no correction
To the children of the dice…
Gambling their emotions
Forgetting who’s beside you.
Get a six… Everything’s cool,
Except when the coming one
Brings all the shit through
A heart made of stone…
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