Each with the hand in the act of murderWe have all become slavesCovered in addictions and misfortunesFestered families and forgotten friendshipsEverything's unstableThe ground we walk is not the sameWe need our balance to lead the wayWe could stay in this momentForever and everBut it's not the sameIf we live in fiction we can't find peaceWe are all suffocatingLook at all of the things you've
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