i don't wanna visit my past
but still do i re-visit it ev'ry night
i don't wish living out there anymore,
perhaps, still am i escorting my life...
to somewhere, offshore,
or may be, toward something
i don't know much 'bout,
what all am i so aware of is...
memories're merely a blackout.
flashout world am i breathing in
oblivion soul i become?
the world i once used to live in
is now turned to a dirt of slum
& the dirt has ruined sage purity
into very sinful soul we're all turned
only the disturbance is left behind
& yes, along with, we getting regularly burnt.
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