seems like we're not afraid to crash,
but to crash and survive.
not afraid to seize the day but to face the night.
well it's alright for the truth to cut like a poorly sharpened knife,
as long as we don't make it out alive.
did you look back at all the footprints along your trace?
the last time I checked, they were all over the goddamn place.
i'm stuttering at the impacts my actions had for years.
you could flood this valley and drown in all its tears.
action, reaction and no regret
our priviledge is a currency that simply knows no debt.
and while machines and ammunition,
handle our most delicate of tasks,
we cover faces with compassion
and hide them behind masks.
so if you''re happy and you know it,
fold your hands and carry on.
simon says let''s all keep moving,
as if tomorrow we''ll be gone.
half the time we're immortal beasts of life,
with galaxies for eyes we roam the streets.
the other half we're vampires, sucking our own blood,
virgins to responsibility.
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