I can question any of your phrases,
'Cause I am two-faced.
I live different lives
And each of them - waste.
At particular times
My thoughts double as well as my traits.
Tell you more, I have many faces.
I challenge your phrases.
Every my judgment is contradiction,
As I always see a second sense.
My mind is clouded, my vision is blurred.
No more fatuous pretense.
I am constantly fickle, being reserved.
Impermanence in constancy is my addiction.
My view is contradiction.
There's a cursed sword in my chest
That cuts me in two.
It weights heavily crushing the heart,
Since it's my destiny, merciless and true.
But I don't believe in fate from the start.
I wish I had little more rest.
Enchanted sword cleaving the chest.
I hate this damn world to death
At the same time I'm eager to aid every tramp
Maybe it's not my intention
For I have a split personality signal lamp.
No one knows me better than I do without tension.
But I have no clue, being out of breath.
Loathing the world to death
Am I sick or healthy? Alive or dead?
I'm honest with everyone
Immersing into self-deception,
Must rely only on myself under the gun.
However, I'm hopeless, and feel no sensations
Will it ever end? - Yeah, as nothing lasts forever, no fun.
But it's not your time yet...
Vivacious or dead.