It's that look in your eyes,
when the orchid dies,
and that cruelness
inside must be joking.
It’s my feeling that I,
I’m alive,
and this pain is living.
My life’s a dream,
but I am awake.
I'd like to sleep,
but life’s a dream.
Everyone told me,
everyone talking:
"Chase that dream,
be a warrior queen".
It's that look in your eyes,
when the orchid dies,
and that cruelness
inside must be joking.
It’s my feeling that I,
I’m alive,
and this pain is living.
It's the distance between us,
It's the distance I'm running,
It's the sky beyond the open window.
If war is art,
and art is love,
and love is hate,
and hate is dumb,
what have we become?
Primary colors.
Primary colors.
Blood red dreams
with no tones between.
It's that look in your eyes,
when the orchid dies,
and that cruelness
inside must be joking.
It’s my feeling that I,
I’m alive,
and this pain is living.
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