The Deformation Of Our Lives

You’re suppose to demonstrate a way of life
To create, to complete a world
There is a contrast between our fucking roots
There’s nothing true about our lives

Destruction of every single thought
You had the control, but threw it away
With our lives running backwards
And our necks tilted to understand this decay

Frail fractions of all our needs
To compel this fiction
A wasted war from our mouths
This won’t be made undone
Dreams spelled with wrong letters
Behaviours and manners left behind

We don’t know how to end
How to make this stop
We build our lives
On failed comprehensions
Still withering on
Slithers towards our end

Destruction of every single thought
You had the control, but threw it away
With our lives running backwards
And our necks tilted to understand this decay

So cold, our lungs breathing lies
Still holds on to something untrue

Why is it that you keep on
Continuing our pain
Is this your playground
And we’re your dolls
What makes you so sure of
That we are unreal

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