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Happiness is a thing of the surface

Inside it feels more like curses

Behold the tranced out consumers

Engulfed in constant hypnosis

Go on and take the stage

Attempt to numb the pain

Put on a fake smile

To make it through the day

I am awake

But I am dead inside

We are alive

But we’ve lost our minds

We’ve lost our minds

What happens when the crowd stops cheering?

When will you realize you don’t have anybody?

What happens when we stop pretending?

When will we see we’re nothing but empty bodies?

Tell me something meaningful

Words that pierce my skin

More to me than physical

I’m no machine

I am awake

But I am dead inside

We are alive

But we’ve lost our minds

I would rather be cast into oblivion

Than continue to lead a life

A life oblivious

I am going through pages before I hit submit

Today I tell myself I’m breaking my routine

I break down into pieces and put myself together

But you can’t expect the heart to last forever

I am awake

But I am dead inside

We are alive

But we’ve lost our minds