Pride Of The Parade by Erk
It started out quite simply, as complex things can do;
A set of sad transparencies 'til no one could see through,
But least of all the one inside, behind the iron glass;
A prisonor of all your dreams that never come to pass.
Alone you stand corrupted by the vision that you sought,
And blinded by your hunger all your apetites are bought,
But in spite of what becomes of you, your image will remain;
A reminder of your constant loss, a symbol of your gain.
CHORUS:
And your friends are together,
Where the people are all gathered,
All along the road you travelled all your days.
And soon you have succumbed to what the others all believe,
And though the lie affects them still it's you that they decieve,
And all at once you're lost within the emptieness of you,
And there's no one left who's near enough to tell you what to do.
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