Inhale

The stationary form of joy
Rotating by the pulse outside
The clouds pass by the large amount of plastic
Inhale
As you can choose between the cups of water
There's no regrets on how you lose your targets

The stationary form of fear
Controlled by little groups of greed
The lights turn off as they tell us to do so
Inhale
Before the air collapses the lungs of the surface
Chase the rest of all the things you lost there

The leaves are falling down
A tense sensation passes through my skin
Freezing my hands
How can I explain
The reason why everything feels fake
If I'm alive?

The stationary form of peace
Dictating what you should believe
The fall has come to take away the ambition
Inhale
Without the waves distorting all the process
Neutralize the effects of their sources

The leaves are falling down
A tense sensation passes through my skin
Freezing my hands
How can I explain
The reason why everything feels fake
If I'm alive?

The leaves are falling down
A tense sensation passes through my skin
Freezing my hands
Oh, and how can I explain
The reason why everything feels fake?
Am I alive?



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