Breath your life
Them old crap
Dragging yourself
To do what you hate
Breathe your life
Before it's too late
To do what you hate
Breathe your life
Before it's too late
I’m sick of waiting for decision
We are getting old in our visions
Is there a lot, or not, to believe in?
Is it a dead tree, or just a seed?
Distrusting forever
Is not the way to make it better
Words of pain
Is the hell that we build again
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