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Another shit.
If you make me feel
I'll tell you what i see.
And what i see
will make you feel.
Our thoughts we seal
While our emotions "heal"
Infront of past things we kneel
We walk backside to our futures, man what's our deal?
We are stuck in a hole.
Like an ostrich.
Trembling.
We enjoy that hole.
We grow blind and weak.
We live on eatind the worms that crawl into our mouth
while we hate the ones sliding in our ears.
Our bodies weaken.
Our minds begin to wander.
We are in danger!
"But we're safe inside."
Okay.
I'll let you be.
After all I'm just a passing bee.
I'll just sting you.
And die.
Cause you blind fucker are crushing the flowers.
And killed a few of my friends.
Bye bye.
