I don't know if I'm tired and I don't know
The statue of liberty looks so solemn on the TV
The further away I get from you
The harder it gets
Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did
Your beautiful
Embarrassed possessed and so uncivilized
Just take a look at the
Conscience binds you in chains
Trail by stone hammer and nails
No
You have your very own number
They dress your cage in
There are no sunsets, just silence
You could see that she
Libraries gave us power
Then work came and made us free
What
I don't know if I'm tired
And I don't know if
I'm losing all my innocence
Door to the river
I know I've
Shed some skin for the fear within
Is starting to hurt
I hate purity
Hate goodness
I don't want virtue to exist anywhere
I
I write this alone on my bed
I've poisoned every room
The future teaches you to be alone
The present to be
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