Cruel Fate from Structures by Conduct Of Flies

Words like knives, cutting through my mind with the agony of my eyes
Who we are? not just vagrants looking for answers...
Ruined from the start, constantly in crisis and even though we're falling apart
Like a cloud, separate but indivisible as a shroud

(Chorus)
I don't know who I am anymore
I look around at all these locked doors
Fearing there is no way to escape
Why was I delete this cruel fate?


Trying to explain, from this life I shall not stay..
I'm not insane, working on what little hope and screaming in pain.
All these mistakes, yeah I'm aware they're all my fault.
Too many lies, but from those we all are taught.

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