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Year of the Unknown
The year of the unknown is over and I am the only one on this frequency and I should know that because I'm myself and the self of all time in this blood and flesh.
Time becomes a game. In all eventuallity it becomes time itself. And we wonder why one man should not use the control. A world of self involved patterns. Lyric weathering the atmosphere and back to you. They came, I saw. Never will I speak of this to anyone else.
They lifted for only a fraction.