Remember the times
I used to say its a lie
We dressed in mist
Prophecy seems sick
Place a beacon for your blind eyes
Spread the fire to light yourself
I can tell your dances are numb
Drunk moves pale your proud
Is it vital to chisel
and craft your sorrow
I wont let myself be your tombstone
Forget of sending me a messenger
I wont wait for the blue pill to be swallowed
I know I will never be
what you wanted me to be
You never liked to play with bad hands
And the dealer was always your best friend
Puncture yourself if you want to
I am not your white cloth anymore
You don't need to drive me home
to relief yourself
I can dress up myself
to off the shame
I am not your shepherd anymore
so stop making me your scapegoat
Earth is falling
By the mass of your guilt
Stop painting colors
And watch them trembled
This painting share no emotion
If its not yours to burn
I know I will never be
what you wanted me to be
You never liked to play with bad hands
And the dealer was always your best friend
Puncture yourself if you want to
I have no bandages for you
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Circadian Rhythm