Preferred Band/Artist: BlackByrd
We are all so empty to the world out there
We see only what we want to see
And not what is really there
A tomb of the seven deaths
CHORUS:
We live for a reason?
We play for a reason?
We die for a reason?
But will we never understand, why
This society kills humanity
As humans kill civilization
We no longer exist as one
But unite in a multitude of colour
CHORUS
Death is beautiful when one dies
But sometimes to die is ugly
We all die during our lives
But we seldom realize it
BRIDGE:
To live is being born again like
a feather gently gliding in the air
A sanctity of one’s soul and
a unity of death, of one’s unnaturally rebirth
CHORUS
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