We all live in our beautiful lies.
Some can’t seem to pass it, others are always running out of time.

Some times the world seems active. Full of energy and alive,
Sometimes, it seems mechanical. Emotionless and running online.

It seems like a contradiction, sometimes when I see the world. Is evil just a work of fiction, or is it inside us all unfurled?

I guess that’s where we all live,
We all live in our beautiful lies.