As our mother laid each bitter sound above the cloud
she'll send us a wave to lapse the entity of mankind
Bit the bullet, spoke in tones, naked of fear
All is lasted, all is long. Weary and vivid.
Fists shake the big hand
the minutes stand alone
Beg for forgiveness, beg for hypocrisy
Call me whatever you'd like me to be
This aint no negativity
It'll be the end of me
The sound of reprise, bring me these eyes
Can a burden be born, are you even there?
Out front of me, s'all you'll ever be
Spur of the moment, bliss. the end.
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