Nothing Here Is What It Seems
Soon you'll awake and see
nothing here is as it seems,
all of this is an illusion
it’s time to awaken from your dreams;
I'm going to count to three
then you must open your eyes
I hope that when you do
you can see through these lies.
To the things man called love
those hand-made words have no meaning
an invention of desperate minds
crazed human dreaming.
Such a thing can't be real
don't fall victim to the bigot and his fairytale
can't you see it doesn't exist?
To perfect for such a world, soon it will wax you pale
take this life that flows through us
and murder us, with a thing called love.
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