Everyone here is the same.

Not one ounce of colour in a world of grey.

I need to leave to feel again.

We move with no purpose, no goal.

Morality and benevolence are wasted on us.

We set fire to our souls for the fun of it

In an attempt to dismiss our troubles.

Our identity remains unknown, we are the disrupted.

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