sometimes i stroll like shadow about the streets feel like a thing that no one needs loose myself in this huge world of perspectives in a world that try's to erase my face, my individuality don't want to live for your attributes of success, for prestige life's in glitter boxes. friends are clones - cheap gifts
i understand that I've fallen short of your expectations the blind follows your attributes and perspectives
you don’t want to see fucking sick reality that is a epidemic of normality
i understand that I've fallen short of your expectations the blind follows your attributes and perspectives