Pandora's Box
Today is all electricity
Publicity
Animosity
It will never end,
My friend.
It’s all a big game
We play to stay alive
It’s kill or be killed in this
Mixed up crazy place we call
Home.
But for all those perfect families
That have fun
Play in the sun
Never run
From their troubles, cause there’s none
No such thing
Now to my world
In which I live
I wear a mask
Please don’t ask
It’s such.. a… simple task for me
It doesn’t come off
Till I’m home
All alone
Cause it gets ugly
All the hate
And discrimination
Lets its self out…
Of Pandora’s box
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