disgust drives deep into my flesh and the lightest of
a potent wing lies helpless turned away as a burden
a sbutle texture subdued by continuous motions to prove a
awaken from dreams that are not my own to experience
how could this be all that was held true now
Instrumental
blackened earth and sphere pronounced stronger than before it bleeds
a journey through a world of mental exhaustion i seek
focus in the outward direction the chaos direction i expand
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