I’m going down this metropolis
I’m haunted by a bitter kiss
I’m fast-forwarded
rewinded
Then fast-forwarded again
They ask us to denounce ourselves
And repent
The now is black and white
So the future must be in colour
So can I please makeover my soul
At a beauty parlour
I tried to live it up
But then I heard a scream
Why not just incarcerate me?
so I can truly be free
No need to cover up your dreams
The past was black and white
the future in colour
or so it seems
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