In Albion - Progbion

Is this the start,
Of cheap rebellion?
A fabled cure,
To satisfaction?
You think aloud,
Your voice is hollow.
Your pitied words,
Are all too shallow.
I find your smile,
Quite alarming.
But all the while,
You feel like falling.
You have no chance,
Unless you try and change,
Your lane.
Feel alive,
Lost your drive,
Wheres it gone?
In your head,
Flashing red,
You're not here.
Neither there.
In your mind,
You can't see.
But are you blind?
I find your smile,
Quite alarming.
But all the while,
You feel like falling.
You have no chance,
Unless you try and change,
Your lane.

Written by:
Samuel Robinson

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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