Dead eyes to match the souls of the corpses that walk beside me.
The past looks so pristine.
A crystalline memory.
A tale of yesterdays where we still had control can only be seen with dead eyes to match the souls.
The plains so desolate, barren yet populated.
And it sought destruction through all we've created.
The iridescent screens have stolen our lives.
And though we are living, we are far from alive.
We are trapped within ourselves.
We're trapped and we know it.
We refuse to shed our skin.
Devolve to the past.
A time where someone cared.
A time where we would act.
We don't mean what we say and we'd sell our souls for fame.
Judge yet beg to be spared, then continue to judge the same.
In a world polluted by humans, we've left nothing unsaid.
In a world devoid of humanity, covered in paths we fear to tread.
In a world polluted by humans, we've left nothing unsaid.
Our bodies are alive, our words are dead.
Our bodies alive.
Our words are dead.
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