Days of triumph
You believe in self-deception
Controlled elevation and certain crash
You think you'll escape the pain?
Every day we choose to survive, it repeats again
Love and hate are so redundant
Do you even feel yourself?
Burn the earth
Can you squash all your weak points you protect so well?
Slay them all
Are you willing to die in a room with all doors shut?
Climbing the ladders
We feel the need to get on the bandwagon
To take the unpredictable chance
We fall for eloquent lies
Every day we choose to create excuses to fake
Gorgeous lies are so effective
In faking clumsy truths
Hiding yourself
Locked in illusion cause you love yourself too much
Morbid lies
