Fuck the Facts - The Storm

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It was the loss
Of youthful purity
They created their path
Seeked for insecurity
And fed
On the low self-esteem
The problem
In the solution
A black cycle
Made or relying on true fiction
Shades of truth
Lost in farfetched ridiculous stories
The mastery of language is the forfeit
Answer to stay in
Denial and stand by
The storm, the storm
The entire walls
Were built with sand bricks
As everything piled up
The architect was left drained
All factors that bared upon him, always justified
Always made of excuses
Refusal, all consequences removed
And solutions refused, eyes closed on the scale of it
This delusional world is euphoric, is in his hands
Master in
Procrastination with pernicious social skills
Finding comfort in all of his beliefs
Walking on eggshells
Underachieved
Broken
This self-inflicted, hazed, deluded
Did you ever believe your own bullshit?
Numerous were fooled
With nice words and catch phrases
And the canvas finely created
Keep it spinning, before everything crashes
Almost invincible
You’ve touched the sky in a hurtful escape
Your vivid imagination glazed a pitiful existence
Sip slowly on your victory, your reign is merely empty
The facade
In pieces, you are exposed
Knife sharp facts
Broke their way to the top
Deceiving everyone
With sadness and disgust
It was the loss
Of youthful purity
They created their path
Seeked for insecurity
And fed
On the low self-esteem
I can forgive
I just won’t forget
We can forgive
We just won’t forget