What happened to a stable world, revolving round the sun
A place where predictions were fulfilled, where id finish what id begun
Where's the foundation of openness, a safe place to find myself
Burnt like the bridges I thought id cross, back and forth on the path to health
Burning ambitions and grim confrontations, a new battle gets thrown in the mix
Spiderweb decisions ransack independence, as each conquest comes with more cracks to fix
A game of pickup sticks played with fragile souls,
who don't question the job descriptions of their self-assigned roles
Tradition and emotion were never logical things, being more circular than progressive and true
Escalation of manipulation, and the defence that it brings, is a destructive route for us all to go through
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