They can`t break their grip in the house of failure hopes...
Way down the street and the circal again...
Dancing around they are sinking instead of their flights...
Light on! And be blind again...
Searching for escape they can`t find it as well...
Even hard they try, they just face a way to grave...
A He won`t hear them anymore...Cuz they`ve lost the faith in Him.
They`ve made a passion & become the ghosts...
They are killing their lives by creating something that none can see...
They shine their viens & swallow blue pills...
standing on thr crossroad of the tangled highway...
They are scared...Oh, God!!!...They are scared of FATE...
that`ll make them pass away...
But it`s to late to stop///
they`ll never...
Never come back______________
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