The world, it spins so fast.
Everything is growing rapidly.
Our lives have changed too much to remember the ones we left behind.
Everything is growing rapidly.
Our lives have changed too much to remember the ones we left behind.
Where do we go, whats the point of this?
We are the ones who follow the road.
Where do we go, what's the point of this?
We are the sad ones who follow the road.
... the road of real objection.
You'll always walk alone.
... the road of false perfection,
to your hopeless place called home.
Is this the place you call home?
Have you ever thought of changing your way of life?
To start a new way of living with brand new beliefs?
No? Because you think it's to difficult to escape this world?
Fuck it.
Escape.
Don't run away. Here we go.
End things up in time,
don't ever stray from your path.
Just keep one thing in mind:
Don't ever pretend to be just one of a kind.
Don't pretend.
The world, it spins so fast.
Everything is growing rapidly.
Where do we go, whats the point of this?
We are the ones who follow the road.
Where do we go, what's the point of this?
We are the sad ones who follow the road.
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