Wicked Lie


As I walked through the shadows of fear and death,
I brought back the security of being alive again.
I tried to be blessed, I tried to be sacred.
But no one ever feel the same.
It's a war between a life and a soul.
Whether it's a palace or a hole.
I am unaware to find myself,
But I won't say the truth.

I don't recognize myself, you are not yourself.
Spoiling the courage into vengeance.
I don't want to live forever, it's time to decide now.

As I trapped in this darkness of feeling my own skin,
I ma calloused and broken, this game I won't win.
Betrayed by my own voice, I have no other choice,
It's not a favor but it's a disease.
I don't recognize myself, you are not yourself.
Spoiling the courage into vengeance.
I don't want to live forever, it's time to decide now.

Coping up with this lie, I can rather die.
This world is wicked, everyone is twisted.
Tormenting through violence,
But we won't say the truth forever!

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