Our sky stands divided, such as the waters of our ocean, and the rock we've shaped
To accommodate, our common ways of living
Therein lies the windows to our minds, sometimes shut and locked
In darkness they disguise
Rousing selves as lightless gaps, no air can even breathe
It's hard to stay on solid ground, when holes reside beneath
Windows of realities, bend and twist inside
All different than each others, we've closed our fragile eyes
Open up your windows, let your insides breathe
Because the box that closes tightly is the box that no one sees
There are no rules to life and death, so live the way you please
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