The air is filled by our ego
Every one of us has a shimmering sins
If I could sold it, I'll be rich
A dried soul is suffer inside
Who can win against their own ego
Will win the world
But the world will never let it
They'll haunt you
Like a hungry wolves in freezing winter night
Our social ego has drag us into this phase
Where we no longer could recognize
All we wanted before...
Or what we actually needs...
Humans...
Can we win?
Or it'll finish us all...
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