Urban delusion Holding on to hopes in this place of comfort Where we are dressed and the rules are shown It feels so empty, filled with strange figures Running around but they are all long gone In evolution it floats weightlessly and decayed An assassination attempt of this self-destructive state The weather, the storm, the blizzard, the scorn Coming down on me in the strangest form So I´m gonna travel to the other side So many people around, I got nowhere to hide

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