I want my message read clear... there are flowers, flowers on the ground with a brand new name, the name is lie, they bloom all ovet the world, in lakes, oceans, on the grass, they grow from the tops of buildings of big cities and across the walls of theatres... the places where people make masks made of this flowers, they smile when they win, failing to understand who they really are, how the clouds of smoke close the ears to block the non-existent sounds, to carry on with crosses of revenge in hands... they say sorry, and wait from you to be a hero, but they never want to be a hero, they never want to die like a hero, to fade awa and be just a memory, that sooner or later will become a lie, the government will use for propaganda. Maybe world should get another chance, and start it all over again, don't think anything can be changed, but at least existence will not be as boring as it is today, when people fight their inner spirits to be like someone else, they trade their soul to something that is not them, which means they trade themselves for nothing... like the time stops when you're under the substance, when seas seem to be so close yet so far away, when you enter the mario world, and everything is simple, 2D with no optical illusion, with no Lie to ourselves...
We'll never fade away...