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What I’d ask my fair is to sort this world out

So to get rid of you from this pity myself hold out

What I’d ask your god is to give you wisdom

So to understand what the hell’s going on with you, morals

Beware of your creation

In what life my dreams are sinking

Said you care but you’ve never meant it

In what dream my life’s sinking

Said you see but you’ve never seen it

Strange aeons are what I’m living in

What’s bright fancy white

It’s what everyone believes in

Strange love it’s what you do feel

I’d rather hate myself

Than feeling the way you feel, morals

Beware of your creation

In what life my dreams are sinking

Said you care but you’ve never meant it

In what dream my life’s sinking

Said you see but you’ve never seen it

In what life my dreams are sinking

Said you care but you’ve never meant it

In what dream my life’s sinking

Said you see but you’ve never seen it

In what life my dreams are sinking

Said you care but you’ve never meant it

In what dream my life’s sinking

Said you see but you’ve never seen it

In what life my dreams are sinking

Said you care but you’ve never meant it

In what dream my life’s sinking

Said you see but you’ve never seen it