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Dying to sleep, to hide, to quit.
Hoping to let the rains begin.
Tired of lacking sun, that`s it,
If you are killing storms, I`m in.

Searching for real, never know:
Life an illusion, noone`s real.
Every reaction is a show,
Every solution is a deal,

Searching for jazz and finding spleen,
Noone is honest, not around.
If you are hiding them, I`m in,
Promise to never make a sound,

Eager to mend those human dolls,
Either to burn into their eyes,
Either to teach them using souls,
Mighty, oh, let me make some tries,

Dying to sleep, to quit, to hide,
Never complaining is a start.
Speaking of matters, I decide.
Speaking of you, I use my

Consciousness.