QUARANTINE - Misha Askar

[VERSE 1]
Wipe the blood off my skin, 
Taste the air of their salty dreams, 

Swimming with no truth in fusion, 
To a broken whim that is never in season.

Walk that line where no one dares, 
 and No one cares, 

Sing those songs, 
That once began with stories of, 

"The world is a scary place."
But the mind is a desert waste


[BRIDGE]
Can we find it in there?

CHORUS 
Sweetened tales of sacrifice, 
Televised within our lives,
Like we're  part of the disguise, 
Yet we carry our broken eyes, 


A hundred seasons pass with no meanin',
But if we break it now,
- To stop
- the life of the ones,
whose trapped 
behind the masks,
 

[VERSE 2]
Are we compelled to simple prisons, 
when the mental cage breeds division,
Have we forgotten 
What we once loved in?

Quaking hands don't feel the frisson, 
The goosebumps die with no meanin', 
Have we lost it?
The feeling of being some one.

Catching our breaths with a net, 
plays with our lives like some condigned bet, 
How much have you've gotten?
Was it worth the regret?

The lonely flesh meets no love, 
Stone dry and cracking like the clouds above,
As the change of season,
Makes the rains uneven,  


[BRIDGE]
Are we trapped behind our masks? 


[CHORUS 2]
Sweetened tales of sacrifice, 
Televised within our lives,
- like we're part of the disguise, 
Yet we carry our broken eyes, 


A hundred seasons pass with no reason,
But we begin, 
-To live ,
-the life of the one,
-whose trapped,
 behind the masks we live in.

To forget such sweetened loves in our world, 
That only in dreams, we see em',
and feel imaginary feelings,
on our fingertips, 

A hundred passed and hundred to come,  
A sigh for seasons never brought us reason, 
As we fight it out
-  and try to marinate in what we found, 

Trapped behind our lives,
in unopened doors, 

Quarantined for now, 

Quarantined ...
forever more...

[CHORUS 3]
Sweetened tales of sacrifice, 
Televised within our lives,
- like we're part of the disguise, 
Yet we carry our broken eyes, 


A hundred seasons pass with no reason,
But we begin, 
-To live ,
-the life of the one,
-whose trapped,
 behind the masks we live in.

To forget such sweetened loves in our world, 
That only in dreams, we see em',
and feel imaginary feelings,
on our fingertips, 

A hundred passed and hundred to come,  
A sigh for seasons never brought us reason, 
As we fight it out
-  and try to marinate in what we found, 

Trapped behind our lives,
in unopened doors, 

Quarantined for now, 

Quarantined ...
forever more...

QUARANTINE

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