What will you do when your caves cave in?
Reject what's mine and what's mine is nothing at all
Do you feel the hum, the bass of this slow sorry tune that carries through the trees, heals what's broke and breaks what's healed
Consistent inconsistency. There's always door number two. Travel to the place where light does not bend, where we do the things we do to impress our friends.
Mazes and kings and wool and white
This is what I see
Fingers on metal, a simple tune to pass the time. Lips on glass, I am going to get very very drunk soon.
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