Uneasy with the attributed identity,
I yearn for the identity that was.
As a disillusioned romantic in the middle of a revolution,
I have no where to run and no where to hide.
Self-deprivation to speak to a sleeping master,
wakes an ugly monster within.
Drunk and driven by darkness,
they make a futile attempt for light.
I yearn for the identity that was.
As a disillusioned romantic in the middle of a revolution,
I have no where to run and no where to hide.
Self-deprivation to speak to a sleeping master,
wakes an ugly monster within.
Drunk and driven by darkness,
they make a futile attempt for light.
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