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Lately it has been just me and my drugs wrapped in comfortable headphones loud enough to take us to the future; lately we’ve been starring at the man on the mirror without seeing a single flaw in him, we’ve learned to become immune to the hurt, pain and unforgiving times we swore upon our own oath to let the pen write its own stories. Unstable minds we’ve managed to conquer the same man on the mirror pointing a gun at us; we’ve heard him put his faith on gadgets instead of putting faith in a surreptitious place in the heart of thee.

Wearing makeup we’re indulging into becoming victims of what society brings to the table, we rarely walk behind groups, we’re given a vision, a vision no other man can take from us besides the man on the mirror. Stomping our own feet we can hear the whole world shiver as we approach our goals, we tried lending them our hand, hoping they’d give us the experience they needed to see on papers. They made us coasters, we’re fortunate that their coffee has become cold, we arise, and we arise!