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It feels strange to show face with no breath

To run a race with no pace, just slow steps

Eighteen, still got nothing to show yet

we don’t know how long we got on the show’s steps

Vapourise a lie, unless you call it a slow death

Til our eyes grow wide, cause we don’t know yet

Our fates, like concrete, are slow set

Down comes the veil, we don’t want to accept