All I need is to walk away
From this darkness and disbelief.
To wake up from this dystopian dream
And reinvent my religion of the self.
Setting the wheel to spinning again,
Taking my chances with this
Russian roulette of a life.
For it feels like a revolution
That nobody fought for, but still in which
Everything worth loving got swept away.
The landscape has become a nightmare I don’t recognise
And all I can do is reinvent myself
Leave the wreckage and walk away.
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