Rest with me, we’ll pretend that we’re free, we’ll laugh at the troubles that were yesterday dreams. Won’t you rest with me?
Breaking away from the shame of a name, dignity is the price we pay to play this game; the world is not our friend, but we caress it till the end.
Steadily we do climb to the top of the tower built by our pride, giving up our peace of mind for the passion of a moments illusive high. Can’t grasp it, for it was never even meant to be – we’re painting our forevers with illusions.
Got an angel and a devil fighting for possession, but the truth is I’m beyond what needs repressing; more the likes and dislikes, more than laughs and fist fights.
They say great minds they think alike, but genius is the power to rewrite the times; let us not cave to the world we are enslaved.
The world will go on telling what it feels is right and wrong, but we all know the difference between love and harm – beyond happiness and fear, beyond illusions we hold dear.
Take each step as if it were our last, and truly the end is gonna be here fast – there will be no warning when our time has come.
So, won’t you rest with me, we’ll pretend that we’re free, we’ll laugh at the troubles that were yesterday dreams. Won’t you rest with me?
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