Shallows

It's false nobility-signs we've cast.
Life Lived inherently.
Mixed makeshift character flaws masking the pulse.
My question, where have you gone?
Where do I go from here?
These questions.
When can we live, when can we face these fears?
My question.
When can we leave, when can never be now?
These questions.
What are our goals, how do we make them proud.
In all this ignorance we know a lot.
Listless intelligence, it's all we've got.
I'll say the cost of all this is for not.
I don't have time to ask why I did this.
Always asking why we'd continue staying here.
Always calming fears, These days are the cost of all our nights.
These are the cost of all.
These are the cost of all.
All of these meaningless questions and pointless
aggressions, we're scratching and straining for your entertaining.
For what?
What have I done pretty one?
What have I done tell me what have I done.
What have-what have I done.

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