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Try to Feel Alive.
Change doesn't happen
Solely on a wish
Understand to survive
You must take some risks
Shun the familiar
Rotting your insides
There is no comfort here
So take the first stride
It may seem a sacrifice
But you cannot kill a corpse
Its distorted form is mocking you
Rotting in your core
It is not numb you feel
It is the stench of constant death
Clean your house and find love with a beat and warming breath
Move from your town
Get a new job
Or travel for a while
Whatever your means are at the time
Pave a way out of exile
And for those of you trapped in worldly
Suffocating constraints
Know the mind is a palace capable of constructing many escapes.
Solely on a wish
Understand to survive
You must take some risks
Shun the familiar
Rotting your insides
There is no comfort here
So take the first stride
It may seem a sacrifice
But you cannot kill a corpse
Its distorted form is mocking you
Rotting in your core
It is not numb you feel
It is the stench of constant death
Clean your house and find love with a beat and warming breath
Move from your town
Get a new job
Or travel for a while
Whatever your means are at the time
Pave a way out of exile
And for those of you trapped in worldly
Suffocating constraints
Know the mind is a palace capable of constructing many escapes.
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