Others Die

We are dead

The dead are born

They don't die

The worlds are switched around in our eyes

We are dead

When we think that we are living

How about we show them the real

The fucked up ideals neglected through time

I do not live to learn anymore

I make mistakes to create reactions

I live for that, so what

Seeing you get off on my errors

The nails being the works - so essential and straight to the point

The frame being you - too weak and unsound to stand-alone

We are dead

And that is the honest truth

How about we give them the real

The fucked up ideals ruined through time

We have no reason to continue

Rather funny when you think it through

When you really break it down

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