1.Waiting For Tragedy
I have an image of a world called luck
I feel a color that doesn't exist
Why does heart and brain refuse -
to cooperate, when it finally works？
I don't hate anyone,
but sometimes I hate it all
And if time didn't exist,
should everything then open up？
I dreamed about tropical Alps
I dreamed about another world
I'm just trapped in a subway station
I can't see, I can't see….
Whatever comes through my way,
it's never good enough
It doesn't matter what people say,
this is going to be a hell of a day
Just take a look at this stupid lyric
it bursting negativity
I'm a fucking pessimist,
doing nothing but waiting for tragedy
I dreamed about tropical Alps
I dreamed about another world
I'm just trapped in a subway station
I can't see, I can't see….
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