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Living with the feeling that my heart goes on bleeding,
Realizing nothing has changed.
This struggle is exhausting, therefore i am diving,
And i still not feel better yet.

This mental prison is killing me
And i so woud like you to see
Me inside myself,

When I was a little boy,
I've been told a few things,
Voices that I believed and I followed,
But made me feel so wrong.

I believed that I would have some friends
I could see all my life,
But they thought that it would be a chance

Things have been created so they can be changed,
things have been created so they can be moved,
nothing is true except your intimate conviction that the world you are given is fake.
Cheap holidays in other people's misery,
rules fall down, they bank on your apathy,
they bank on your ignorance, they bank you'll remain quiet.
Don't live as an object but as a part of history.
Things depend on your acts, things can be abolished.