In the heavy smoke we dissolve

The daring to dream, to feel, to question, to see
Rolled up in the expectations of world to be
Lit up via all the worlds daily rushes
As an individual we all slowly devolve
In the heavy smoke we dissolve

Varying in the characteristics, some of us have filters others are just sponge walls
In the heavy smoke we dissolve

The fortunes spent on us sweeten our souls.
Nothing but an antidepressant is the concept of morale.
We in the end are ashed and crushed to absolve.
In the heavy smoke we dissolve
The daring to dream, to feel, to question, to see is all killed by the manipulated desire of being a copy
And hence in the trench of existential crisis we fall
In the heavy smoke we dissolve.

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