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yeah, im new guys/chicks. so. just tell me what you think. good or bad. i like healthy criticism.


Waking up from a coma, is the turning point,
Disregarding our anguish and loss we feel,
False love is handed out to explain nothing,
Masked puppets cast shadows, so we fear the lies,
And you peak through the door, to dream beyond,
But the exit is blocked, when we feel the hope,
"Go back, turn around, this life is not for you."

None of this seems real, no dreaming eyes,
There's got to be more than this, living a lie.

Let it go, this world is not for you,
Break loose, the chains that bind you here,

You were put in this box, meant for the dead,
But hanging outside these bars, warmth of spring lies,
Its so cold here tonight, I'm close to nothing
Come on, hurry now, we'll sneak around their view,
Something tells me we're meant to be, or i'd be dead,

None of this seems real, no dreaming eyes,
There's got to be more than this, living a lie.

Let it go, this world is not for you,
Break loose, the chains that hold you here.

The colors are defined, i can see them now,
Black and white clash together, seperation,
The line is drawn, and fading fast,
Choose a side now, neautrality wont last,

None of this seems real, no dreaming eyes,
There's got to be more than this, living a lie.

Let it go, this world is not for you,
Break loose, the chains that hold you here.