Classifications made by ridicule whispers with no name nor persona
Made us lose our marbles
Pointing our fingers at each other
The smoke stands still as the fire grows
Blurring the landscape
No one will take a step forward
Why would they?
Observing from far away and taking no risk
Making sure they won't get hurt
And I stand there as well
Catching a glimpse of the mess we made
Made us lose our marbles
Pointing our fingers at each other
The smoke stands still as the fire grows
Blurring the landscape
No one will take a step forward
Why would they?
Observing from far away and taking no risk
Making sure they won't get hurt
And I stand there as well
Catching a glimpse of the mess we made
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