Well I could tell you an insipid tale about the aches and misfortunes hidden under the veil
But I'm afraid the angst of it all might tantalize us
And it's not easy but it sure is fun, when you're up on the hill that you once fell from
What good is it to be alive
When will you learn to use your backbone, vitality
Weakened by your life, relying on your self-created illusion of purpose and reason, you are authentically dead
Embracing failure, flies past the head, when you know that you're perfect, you flawlessly tread
And don't you dare tell me what I could become
Raw potential is nothing, you're all deluded by this path of ambition
Hallucinating a life of the wealthy undead, you hang by threads
Why can't we take back these follies, open trails to places we can't find
Welcome pain for strengths will align

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