And they wonder how we find us just a cope in the system God is locked at the

stroke fade away till the times. Spirit was so mindless, life becomes a dream as we struggle

to be closer to the world using waves to be heard, dedicated to being seen as we journey

through the land of the herd with delusions of the singular.

You don't have to cry for help. Things aren't always what they seem. They define your wealth underplay relatively unseen.

Perspective seldom understood the wonder the one that horse and dreams while we lose us tremor

a subject to the mind.

It's the sign of the times when we pray for the blindness.

To get a litter, a wrist bite for the time spent scrolling through the city in the sign of the times when we pray for the blindness to get a little

respite for the time spent scrolling through the city in the depths of one mind seeing visions

of the spirit that the beast are designed God help you tell me where is the temptation

station pass within the earths lose the courage to conform in the dreams with reality

the image the form the myth the, the triumph, the magic,

whole for logic, the world through fibre optic, like the web society holds you through.

Pass on the chance to speak, when you think is true. Silence holds the key,

Whitten sees you true.

So many doors, so many flowers to consume, let the cold wind blow that the leaves may reveal

who's the sturdiest into space quantum metaphysical options connected to the source to the

root let the dark power guide your way eat of the fruit I am the black I am the heart

trouble your soul stock in mind the eyes lowered arms out so your prayers pay the top

you call on the sun look at the battles with one.

You call on the earth, the heaven knows your worth, nobody believes your sentiment.

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