"The Tragedy of Life."

Beautiful Souls; Beautiful lives,
Awake in this cold, cold World

No hurts, no fears, no trauma...

Still with stars in their eyes as
the world has yet to have done
unto them what'll do unto us all

Falling, we're all falling into or
towards something; till we hit
the ground and the impact tells
us that it was really for nothing

The bullshit; the childishness of
the mindfuck head games; the
hours put into the barren waste
land of endless battles that scar
and leave us emotionally drained

The platform; the stage where
this dramedy is played out, is our
lives where each act is the souls
intellectual property, since from
it, this act has been arranged