Blinded by the assumption of growing up without a name
Hit by falling truth in the pouring rain
Sunsets are best to watch when there is company
The only thing that stops us now is the concept of gravity
Courage is a working progress when it comes down to the last man
Alice is high on sharpies, cause there is no such thing as Wonderland

Non-sense is the antidote to humanity’s stupidity
Calling it a hoax to cover up this insanity
Drugged up innocence controlled by this tyranny
And all we say is that’s part of life
To step on the little guy
And we’re blinded, blinded from screaming
And suffering in the outer frontier of the grand ballroom

Desperate for the spoiler to this dramatic play
Curse the fuel that burns the cores of unexplained mysterious
And to what extent can we accept the fact that it’s all just a dream
To pinch ourselves till the mark becomes permanent
Becomes a scar

Reconcile the stories of the past under the blossom tree
Reconcile the endings everyone came up with
Reconcile the silence to hear the true sounds
Of blindness


 
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