Clichés
When will we remember
What makes us whole
It takes an open mind to know
There is no soul
I remember the feeling
Of spite and demise
No single sense of regret
Through a flawed disguise
I will never forget
Your masquerade of intentions
Consequences will come alive
With a heavy heart
We announce this motion
No longer alive
With a heavy heart
We are all guilty
And empty inside
There is nowhere to run and hide
Were running circles 'round hollow minds
There is no spark
In a fading light
We're in the end
And I'm the last one standing
In a world that's never ending
We live our lives through fear and sorrow
With no hope for tomorrow
A throne of rapid emotions
Runs rampant and wild
A bitter taste on the tongue
A wicked sense of denial
I will never forget
Your masquerade of intentions
Consequences will come alive
Blessed minds live in sin
Oh the horrors residing
Within my head!
Sweaty palms and fiction
It plagues my mind
I can't help but give in
We're in the end
And I'm the last one standing
In a world that's never ending
We live our lives through fear and sorrow
With no hope for tomorrow
We live, we die
We never question why
We live, we die, we know
There is no soul
There is no soul
What makes us whole
It takes an open mind to know
There is no soul
I remember the feeling
Of spite and demise
No single sense of regret
Through a flawed disguise
I will never forget
Your masquerade of intentions
Consequences will come alive
With a heavy heart
We announce this motion
No longer alive
With a heavy heart
We are all guilty
And empty inside
There is nowhere to run and hide
Were running circles 'round hollow minds
There is no spark
In a fading light
We're in the end
And I'm the last one standing
In a world that's never ending
We live our lives through fear and sorrow
With no hope for tomorrow
A throne of rapid emotions
Runs rampant and wild
A bitter taste on the tongue
A wicked sense of denial
I will never forget
Your masquerade of intentions
Consequences will come alive
Blessed minds live in sin
Oh the horrors residing
Within my head!
Sweaty palms and fiction
It plagues my mind
I can't help but give in
We're in the end
And I'm the last one standing
In a world that's never ending
We live our lives through fear and sorrow
With no hope for tomorrow
We live, we die
We never question why
We live, we die, we know
There is no soul
There is no soul
Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Lozenkovski
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