8th

It hurts to die, it hurts even more to stay alive
It’s tough when you know everything is a dream, and a dream is a lie
And you can’t get rid of this disease called “Life”

All the ones, the ones I met
Turned around and left
I’ll meet my siblings across the infinity
But now it hurts because everytime I look around,
Nobody is with me

A ghost, forgotten
And I still have much, to forget too
You don’t need to cherish me, my value can be ignored
For soon I will be here no more

Free, that’s all I need
To be, me
Away from all the filthy cosmic dreams
You all are dead aswell,
But not dead and free like me

Can’t stand, why do I have to stand,
Another day on this hell?
Trapped on this bag of flesh
Trapped on  the end of the track

That’s life, a prison
Season after season
Emptiness, it’s up to you
To create a meaning, to create a reason
In the end, motivation
Is just to get rid of all the poison
And find yourself after the seas