The Heavens are opening, the sky is falling in,
The lies you weave are quite convincing.
I’m closer to drowning than breathing fine,
The fire is easily turned to ice.
I wonder if I’m a ghost, because I don’t feel alive,
Breathing hurts, my ‘life’ is a lie.
Tell me, when exactly did I die,
I swear to you I shall not cry.
Smile, you’re alive,
Says who? Who decides?
Maybe we’re all dead,
And don’t know it yet.
If you didn’t know that you had died,
You would say that you were alive.
But what’s the difference anyway,
Death is real, life is like a daydream.
All fairytales soon set alight,
Everybody soon has to die.
But hey, don’t listen to me,
I’m just a Curious Freak.
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