Breath stopped at 5AM, like a permeating calm
Biting my nails at the emergency exit – which way is tomorrow?
The day [bad word] #33;

Nights that never end… endlessly falling rain…
Both exist in this terrible world.
So it’s not odd in the slightest – you’re always tripping up, half-asleep
I’m really not trying to criticize you for it

Playing alone in your fantasy world,
Will you still feel embarrassed about the things you imagine there?

This maze is tangled, so tangled, are you really still planning to go?
The sound of a bell, played by a tiny adventurer, signals a new beginning!
Even your destination: don’t know, don’t know
Are you sure you aren’t scared?
But each step you take will change you
The day [bad word] #33;

Those you can’t seem to understand… those who pretend to understand you…
Both exist in this terrible world.
This place is certainly not [bad word]  but I expect it’s not Heaven either
It exists as a perforation in the very middle.

As the cards divine what tomorrow will bring 
You’re likely aware their meaning carried off by the wind.

This maze is tangled, so tangled, are you really still planning to go?
The sound of a bell, played by a tiny adventurer, signals a new beginning!
Even your destination: don’t know, don’t know
Are you sure you aren’t scared?
But each step you take will change you
The day [bad word] #33;

You want to keep believing in the things you’ve seen with those two eyes, but as you cower in the dark
Your horrible predictions are morphing into the [bad word]  so cry on, cry on!

Real survivors, with undying effort, stab each other in the back
Those who survive are the winners, and “fairness” is but an illusion!
While the Secret Hunter, creeping your way, tells of worldly affairs;
He sharpens his claws on the emergency exit – which way is tomorrow?
The day [bad word] #33;
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