parabola

stuck and trapped inside this misery

all that's left is an empty heart

i could call out your name to hear nothing

i really nead it back now

desperation falling through your evil eyes

it hit me like a hurricane

is delusion your remedy

this is the turning point

they silence anyone who stands up

falling pieces of your history

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