What is this feeling,
it's racing through my veins.
Is this a mistake,
or is it the world?
I can't remember,
the reasons of my choice.
(It's no more clear).
I just want my home.
Where is it?
You can't say this so soon.
Catch the dream at your door,
and take control.
What's going on?
I see nothing,
but deception in my drowned eyes.
What's going on?
Is it my turn to have a mechanical heart?
But it's going on and on.
So I can't hold my distress.
If it's on this final way,
that my goals are meant to be.
I'd see myself,
far away.
If it's on this final way,
that my goals are meant to be.
That's just not my dream.
Will I become so hollow inside?
Like all those faces,
(those faces nearby).
I guess that's just the price to pay,
but I hope I will remain the same.
My fear,
my panic,
have imposed their will.
My fear,
my panic,
have imposed their will.
I won't yield,
the slightest,
(the slightest part of myself).
I will only look forward,
to get out of this place.
Is this a mistake?
Or is it the world?
Is this my mistake?
Is this my new world?

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