Yesterday's headlines blown by the wind, yesterday's people end up scatterbrain I'm a moving target in a firing range, somewhere I'm not scatterbrain
The contemplation of your fears points with an intense light directly towards you your environment is empty, what are your reflections at the end of the day? accept that you still fail or accept you're already part of the same fears and emptiness?
Keep it moving, I am doing No harm, as my world comes crashing down, I'll be dancing freaking out deaf, dumb, and blind.
You paint yourself white,and fill up with noise there'll be something missing and now that you found it it's gone now you feel it you don't you've gone off the rails.
I think you're crazy and probably I'll see you
in the next life
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