And now you want me to breathe and be so grateful.

And now you want me to breathe

and be so grateful for the air that I need

don't make me peaceful

and in the my life were just the same you and me me.

I'm on the ghost self-missions

by propensity to breed.

The higher, the father, the faster you fly.

You may be rich, but you can't deny me.

Got nothing, got nothing but the real deuce to fire you can't control and you can't deny me

your eyes are sick the sick and a fire

you can't get out of me. I try to talk down to me.

I'm trying to talk down to me.

My mind, it ain't so simple?

Why is your vocabulary?

You're ignorant,

sinful.

You burn your liency. Sinful.

You burn your biases.

Watch as the roofs take hold. But gers to you are now poisoning.

Condition critical.

The higher, the farther, the faster you fly.

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