We'll never be able to justify the things we do,
This is what you get, for being ordinary.
This is what
I don't (need) a (fucking) god to make me think
Look at all the skin stretched over your bones.
You can
We have a destination that no one knows.
So we hold
Are we really as sick as we say we are?
Or
It's hard enough just to make it through the day.
But
There it is again, the thought that tells me I'm
Cheapness pushed me over the line,
so I had to admit
I got away from coming to where I was coming
ou cannot save this moment, except for right now,
But only
The operation is inhuman, yet we fashion it after ourselves.
The
My decision, still make me a liar
My reasons still make
We just want distraction from the reality that threatens us
To
It's hard to take the time that heals in time
Irritate
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