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
I have found one truth.
In all the search and seizure.
I
Are we really as sick as we say we are?
Or
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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