Can you catch up?
Although increasing pace
You can't make up ground
Always one tiny step behind
And I behave
As if I knew what to do
Every prospect I take
From the vastness of lives to choose
I watched them from afar
Now settle what
You owe to your past
Break the lock of your cell
Free your mind from
Tempting regress
Declare war on yourself
Declare war on yourself
But in a system
So compassionate
People melt into a collective mass
And they're jumping onto railways
Just to catch a non-existent train
It's mocking me
Though I complain
I am part of the routine
Wasting all my faculties
I will change my state
I'm turning the page
(I'm more than this fragile batch of skin and bones)
I stop being afraid of myself
(I'm more than an accumulation of thoughts)
I repeat this match for the better
(My hands are for acting
My arms are for love)
Repeat to hold it in my head
(My throat is too dry
Still to swallow the pill)
And all the faith to be buried
(Faith to be burried)
It will hurt
(It will hurt)
It will hurt
(It will hurt)
It will hurt
(It will hurt)
It's so odd
To look at someone
You used to call yourself
And no longer
Feel a thing
What a fortune
I'm renewing
I would have done so much in different ways
But right in front of me
Stands an old and rigid man
To be transformed
Just a handshake away
From breakdown and fall
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Can you catch up?
Although increasing pace
You can't make up ground
Always one tiny step behind
And I behave
As if I knew what to do
Every prospect I take
From the vastness of lives to choose
I watched them from afar
Now settle what
You owe to your past
Break the lock of your cell
Free your mind from
Tempting regress
Declare war on yourself
Declare war on yourself
But in a system
So compassionate
People melt into a collective mass
And they're jumping onto railways
Just to catch a non-existent train
It's mocking me
Though I complain
I am part of the routine
Wasting all my faculties
I will change my state
I'm turning the page
(I'm more than this fragile batch of skin and bones)
I stop being afraid of myself
(I'm more than an accumulation of thoughts)
I repeat this match for the better
(My hands are for acting
My arms are for love)
Repeat to hold it in my head
(My throat is too dry
Still to swallow the pill)
And all the faith to be buried
(Faith to be burried)
It will hurt
(It will hurt)
It will hurt
(It will hurt)
It will hurt
(It will hurt)
It's so odd
To look at someone
You used to call yourself
And no longer
Feel a thing
What a fortune
I'm renewing
I would have done so much in different ways
But right in front of me
Stands an old and rigid man
To be transformed
Just a handshake away
From breakdown and fall
Although increasing pace
You can't make up ground
Always one tiny step behind
And I behave
As if I knew what to do
Every prospect I take
From the vastness of lives to choose
I watched them from afar
Now settle what
You owe to your past
Break the lock of your cell
Free your mind from
Tempting regress
Declare war on yourself
Declare war on yourself
But in a system
So compassionate
People melt into a collective mass
And they're jumping onto railways
Just to catch a non-existent train
It's mocking me
Though I complain
I am part of the routine
Wasting all my faculties
I will change my state
I'm turning the page
(I'm more than this fragile batch of skin and bones)
I stop being afraid of myself
(I'm more than an accumulation of thoughts)
I repeat this match for the better
(My hands are for acting
My arms are for love)
Repeat to hold it in my head
(My throat is too dry
Still to swallow the pill)
And all the faith to be buried
(Faith to be burried)
It will hurt
(It will hurt)
It will hurt
(It will hurt)
It will hurt
(It will hurt)
It's so odd
To look at someone
You used to call yourself
And no longer
Feel a thing
What a fortune
I'm renewing
I would have done so much in different ways
But right in front of me
Stands an old and rigid man
To be transformed
Just a handshake away
From breakdown and fall
Writer: This Heals Nothing
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