We are standing in this cohesive line waiting for somebody to turn that 360 degree circle
Can anybody take that adhesive and make people stay?
Thousands of souls wandering in the woods, in possession of their own voices
Why do we dream of treacherous things?
Why don't we just dream of roads with bumps and headaches?
Why are our paradises so beautiful?
Can we really build it?
Talking about building as in the own imaginary bricks with colors faded
Can't we just get used to these voices
And pain?
Why are we supposed to endure this?
Sickened and heads spinning
Wearing shoes which are not our possessions.
Can't we just f**k off?
You make me feel sick, world.
Feels good to be back! Did you miss me? There is so much good music coming back and forth, these days. Ily people.
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Halycon's Interlude
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