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Fought for lies Lies, such as the indignant twisted truth Eyes, like the ones that always make you cry I can see it in your face, your indignant twisted strewth An eye for an eye Tooth for tooth I fought for lies Instead of truth

Are you happy In this world of terror Are you satisfied With trial and error Are you glad With our pollution Surely there must be Another solution Do you work hard To follow your dreams Do you play the joker card And cheat your team Is this what you wanted all along Live in a world where criticism Is seen as wrong Where labels are put on us The way a butcher labels chicken Is this the world we trust To raise our children in To go to school and To make them average And live another day Don’t tell me you’d live here for another second If you had that choice today

Speeding If  you had the chance to live again And change the way you drive Do you think it would change How you value life? If you can’t be bothered If you don’t know why Just think of the others And their own lives Would you change the way you lived your life Or embrace your mistake? Change the way you drive Or there won’t be another take

Simply Imagine Simply imagine where you are In a land in a world coming from far Now, what do you see? Can you, if you try, imagine me? Now, what do you feel? Walking through the grass, Barefoot and naked heels Now, what do you think? Are you trying to solve a puzzle, Finding the missing link? Now, where do you go? Do you have a destination, Or do you go with the flow? Where are you, in this world of imagination Are you on a journey Or at your final destination? Are you in a forest Or a busy city centre, Summer hot August Or a cold December? It doesn’t matter where you are In this world of imagination Now is your

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It’s so sweet and fresh at first The taste persists for a while Then, it becomes routine and It gets a little bit dull Sometimes it causes pain It feels like it doesn’t sit right So you take some painkillers until It slowly fades away Then, At the end of digestion There’s not much else to do All you can do is wait For it to end up like shit Food is just like Love, isn’t it?