I feel the drain of life,
within this cities walls
People force their will to work against all they ever wanted
They sold their soul for a pretty piece of paper
A piece of paper, that can bring your everything...
We gave up all our dreams and aspirations, now
we are only left to see our saddening desperations
Attracted to the now, attracted to this feeling of having it when we want it
Without that pretty paper your control is simply fleeting
What we give up, just to have, our existance
remains between two worlds. The one we've become
and the one we wanted to be.














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