rip it open wider,
let no inch remain.
rip me
Sors immanis
et inanis,
rota tu volubilis,
status malus,
vana salus
semper
All eyes on me, it's why we never speak
For
Set apart great divides.
You are not what you seem, always
Stop the show
Listen up
We've got something to say
your faith and blind devotion are the actions of one
i have no feelings for you... you can't smother this
these mirrors break
and now we've lost everything
pieces collect about me
despit
Anchored Awake | Wringing my hands | Weighing
my time
I didn't want to open my eyes
But the bomb's strapped
words on lines
form these feelings
and i'm still filling everything
can't think
we'll never see them again
i won't even try to run
because
It comes (grow) in truckloads (young) and torrents
| We
i cannot, i will not support your lies, innocent organization
dear sir or madam
i'm writing you on behalf of me
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