Future is a constant reminder of the past
And the choices you make will remake themselves
Precursors control us
As long as we cant change the past it will haunt us like a bad dream we can't wake up from
Until the voice of truth wakes us up form the painful slumber
The coma that we put ourselves in
That voice that truth is inside us
Screaming to get out
But cant for we are cast in stone
And what we say and what we do decides if that stone gets
Broken away and we wake up
Or the stone stays and we are another masked ghost traveling to nowhere
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