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What I'd ask my fairIs to sort this world outSo to get rid of youFrom this pity my self hold outWhat I'd your gald isTo give you wisdomSo to understandWhat the hell's going on with you, morals beware of your creationIn what life my dreams are sinkingSaid you care but you've never meant itIn what dream my life's sinkingSaid you see but you've never seen itStrange aeonsAre what I'm living inWhat's bright fancy whiteIt's what everyone believes inStrange loveIt's what you do feelI'd rather hate my selfThan feeling the way you feel, morals beware of your creation
What I'd ask my fairIs to sort this world outSo to get rid of youFrom this pity my self hold outWhat I'd your gald isTo give you wisdomSo to understandWhat the hell's going on with you, morals beware of your creationIn what life my dreams are sinkingSaid you care but you've never meant itIn what dream my life's sinkingSaid you see but you've never seen itStrange aeonsAre what I'm living inWhat's bright fancy whiteIt's what everyone believes inStrange loveIt's what you do feelI'd rather hate my selfThan feeling the way you feel, morals beware of your creation