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• Artiste: To A Forgotten People
• Titre: Plasticity
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If I know you, you’ll never get this, you’re too lost and confused. The faces seem to dance around you, and yet the names don’t ring a bell. The hatred it’s locked up inside you, but you don’t forget your smile. They think they know you through your fake smile, and it’s sad to say. The table is set around you, and there’s lies on their plates. How could you let them mold you into their shiny centerpiece? Now all the wicked eyes are on you including your own. This is your life, and I bet they think they know you more than this. Well this is my life, and I can’t recognize my own damn face, anymore I think I should know you, just a bit more I need you to know that we’re in the same shoes. Your treading dangerous waters, and the current has you now this time you can’t control this, your chrome is fading. A new persistence works away in your head. The, “Good old days.” For you have long been dead. In your memories the colors fade. Summers spent, they’ve turned to gray. Why can’t I close my eyes, and make you go away Another Sleepless night Watching The time creep by Drowning In the tides of deceit I remember knowing, my own self-image the grass is greener, on the other side this time Staring and hating the waters reflecting the fires that burn in your eyes