In all the right places
The story is written in a song One Republic "All the right moves" Just paint the picture of a perfect place. Where you will feel out of place and deeply inhale the air filled with happiness. Look at the boundless sea, count the endless birds, run from all legs on the sand and feel the sunlight. But wait... do you see the crack? The whole world just is a house of cards, and one has only to click fingers and it's broken. They've got it better than what anyone's told you. But whether it's a reason to burn the bridges? Stop for a moment and think. The sun is shining everyday, but it's far away. Over the world that's dead. And we are dead inside too. We are filled with helium and can fly at the any moment, would be only the wind that can carry us. But we are bound by the fetters of vice and and stuck in this hole for many years. But it's all empty. I know we've got it good but they've got it made. And the grass is getting greener each day. Everything blooms, and we die. Seas honed rocks, but our sea broke us. We believed too long that we can change anything. I know you don't believe me and think about the perfect future. But it's not, understand. The ideal is unattainable, perfection in flaws, the world is in a black hole. And try to justify this madness. I know things are looking up but soon they'll take us down before anybody's knowing our name. We will burn furiously asking for help, and then rise from the ashes like a phoenix. And we will run in the mirror trying to find ourselves. Again. They've got all the right friends in all the right places. So yeah, we're going down. We've got all the right moves and all the wrong faces. And we will be destroyed. And they will dance on the our decayed bones and only for a moment remember our dreams. They know where we're going. So yeah, we're going down. Between the noise you hear and the sound you like born the voice chilling reason. You can be sure it's the conscience. It shines brighter than the sun, and worse of all earthquakes. But even it spares your tender hearts, and they pull the trigger with a grin. It's futile to resist, because the honor isn't the concept for them. And we is a disembodied ghosts on the walls. Do you think I'm special? Do you think I'm nice? Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces? Your last mistake. This is similar to roulette, but you and I have always loved poker. It's a royal flush, baby. I'll buy a Bentley at my funeral. And you don't need big words, because whatever you say will be used against you. Change of a chain and a grill. And nobody can help you, because here every man for himself. And so we will be defeated. It doesn't matter what you see. I know I could never be Someone that looks like you. It doesn't matter what you say I know I could never face someone that could sound like you. They said, everybody knows where we're going. Yeah, we're going down. Broken like matches, burned inside. And let this second be last, it can be possible that rain can fall, only when it's over our heads. After all, in front of our struggle for life, the eternal search for answers to eternal questions, endless attempts to withdraw into ourselves and again feel the taste of freedom. But we are broken, we will be defeated. They've got all the right friends in all the right places, and we've got all the right moves and all the wrong faces. They said, everybody knows where we're going. So yeah, we're going down.