Metaphorical - Intellectual

The life I live it's absolutely a fucking lie

It's like a little butterfly, with broken wings

Can't reach the sky

Despite the problems, I'm giving it a try

So confused, can't choose between the options

My pride keeps torture me, till the die

What the fuck is this regime standing for

This country has never been supporting the dreams so I'm leaving though

Men I see my parents getting old, what I may suppose to do

Before the time will go, want me To pray the God?

I see my parents getting old once again

I wich if I could save them from the bane

The whole situation goes insane

It's an irrational stance

100 percent

My disquiet's driving crazy immediately I'm overthinking my faults

I'm sick of being broke

My sentimental getting blocked

I feel like my brain is 50 years old inside a body of 21 years old

So feeble from the Shock my pressure flopping down seems like it's broke

But I'm struggling from the hurricane alone

I cannot guarantee my self a future inside this fucking prison

I cannot even make a decision

When there's a heavy fabric on my eyes covering the vision

Killing reflections

My Future seems nonexistent

I can't see anymore between the distance

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I'm falling down

From the ground

From the illusion line that I was walking on

Frequently I'm fading inside my dreams

Especially when I think about my future

I'm overthinking badly I deeply digging into my memories

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The life I live it's like a totally hell for me

I wanna make a change but I cannot with a broken knees

I'm feeling like my spirits plummet falling degrees

I'm grasping my breath

I'm trying again

I'm washing my sins

[Verse 2]

Despite the shit I'm going thru I'm still chasing my purpose

Despite the hammers banging on my head, I'm standing ruthless

Despite the illusion dreams I'm still optimistic

Sometimes the quietness on my head is badly making such a reverb violence

I'm overthinking daily about the missions

Can't adapt to this environment of reactions

The main attraction of society got that infection of pollution

They necessarily need a sprayer vaccine

I'm trying my best to washing my sins

Never wonder why the people are committing suicide

Because the massive of the damages inside can't describe

Behind in every somber line, there's a question why

Never call for inciting cause no one will be satisfied

I wish if I could be proud of the place I belong

I wish if I could see the sun behind the extremely smog

I wish if the people stop the violence on the street also the racist in the silence

Balancing between races, displaying the peace

I'm dying pieces into a tiny sizes

I always been repeatedly getting Criticized by the hazards

But my thoughts are inaccessible the connection is so feeble

MY mood is capricious seems I'm getting disconnected, though

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