I don't like it.
I'm not excited.
The time passes by slowly.
We do this in the name of being holy.You want a mindless minion.
One with no opinions.
Following every rule.
Allowing themselves to be used as a tool.You take advantage; have complete control.
You truly have no soul.
Fear; you use fear.
But things aren't always as they appear.
You overdramatize, you advertise.
You sell the image of an angel; you're the devil in disguise.We do it in the name of being holy.
Not love, not for benefit.
We do this in the name of purity.
But we're made up of obscurities and insecurities.Now we're just one of them.
Following a trend.
I won't succeed, I don't believe.
But I wasn't deceived.
I did this for them, to make them happy.
Knowing very well it would trap me.
I did this in the name of being holy.
Dying lonely; slowly.
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