sexta-feira, março 16

Dim star
You point your fingers / in disdain and laughts / But when I dare you / to swap and linger / You shut the gates / and chicken out. / You fill your pockets / Your skin is dry / You're selfish and soulless / You already died. / Free will is a lie / These heavy chains / are firm and tight. / Do you really think you had a choice? / Would you be able to be different? / Do you really have / the guts and nose / to sniff the lines / and keep your silence?

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