What the Funk?

The ones who seek the truth inside
Like quicksand, We sank too deep
In our own imaginary beings

The ones who lived, the ones who died
No matter what their fate required
Will be forgotten, Non desired

When broken to pieces
We will, We will not decay
When feeling resessive
We won't, We won't fall again

As the story goes, They will never know
Whatever hit them from behind
It was never any of their dreams

Is this feeling right, Is this feeling wrong?
No matter what their fate required
Will be forgotten, Non desired

When broken to pieces
We will, We will not decay
When feeling resessive
We won't, We won't fall again



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