Someone old, someone new.
The Fight
Times for change and change for times ahead
This is not a just another fashion, it's a movement!
Nothing will change if we are just sitting on the sidelines
Chalking up our own bodies, digging our own graves.
The reward lies in the effort, the reward is seeing changes.
That seed you plant tomorrow can bloom the next day.
We are not gods, we are not masters, we are feelings, words, thoughts,
beautiful hearts and broken minds.
It's never in vain, it's never useless.
But if the struggle for something better just lies in the thoughts
Then we have truly lost!
Please fight! For each other! For a better day! For your own way! Please, don't give in!
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Human Mirrors
Whistle nervously on the same happy tunes over and over,
Wearing a fake smile, living a happy life.
Tuning in the right words and the right life.
As long as everyone is content there is no need for sympathy,
No need for care, no need for time off, no need to stop working.
There are many brilliant actors no one ever sees.
Away with all these human mirrors
Laugh, cry, live!!!
we have somehow gotten used to ripping out our own heart,
and replacing it with a machine.
And as it pumps steady and safely, at a steady pace, you get a steady life...
So we just go trough the motions, and no-one wants to realise shit.
Because nothing is wrong in fairytale land, until we huff and we puff,
and blow those illusions down.
And some...
With money in their fists they can afford to sow shut their eyes.
I want to rip them open!
I want to see your stitches bleed
Would you then tell me that everything is alright?
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