Woorden: Variant (The). Alive And Well. Axis.

In this fixation, I've made a prison.
This is an old design but we're breaking expectations.
Sorrow filled me as I'm racing time.
Reality hasn't conquered me yet...
And all these lies were fine, I lived and I tried...

I've been denied all these human thoughts,
but I'm alive.
It's been a long,long time since I knew what you're made of..

Just let it go
And go find some hope.

Is that you're ghost? Following me?
Is this you're payment?
Was I you're favorite?
No one can say what they mean,
because their thoughts are restrained by the world's property.
Dressed in a suit that some hate to wear...
Judging each other but who is prepared to take off who we are?
We don't think past the border...