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• Artiste: Honor System, The
• Titre: Paper Idols
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Years spent on backs, sliding to avoid the tripwires, Stumbled into traps, reluctant yes, and teeth ground down. Jokes that we hated, we laughed at, And passion sought but scoffed at. Anxiety and risk outweighed the disappointment. Sandpaper hands and dumpster smiles, Buzzards overhead targeting their new found meals. For one to live, one must die in this life... Of paper idols, Broken halos. The cataracts of righteousness have hazed the vision of the masses, Of sleepers under overpasses. Two eyes like mine, Reduced to wheels. Much unlike old schoolyard fights, There is no win. And the steel dust blows, Diamond smiles. The second hand is winding close, we're imploding like varicose, Lay down your arms, lay down your card, concede... Believe.