Where there’s smoke there’s fire
Dreams turn to ash amidst decay
Walking a tightrope called desire
Loosing light the soul goes astray
Nothing makes sense right now
Logic has been flipped on it’s head
Beyond reason it’s a lie we allow
Amongst the living walks the dead
Without belief it’s a hollow shell
Pumping blood just to keep a beat
Under pressure the valves swell
Denied of love it succumbs to defeat
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