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Denying the only thing that's real
Stranded in the dopamine fields
where nothing grows but weeds and thorns
A tree is planted, but never born

Disregarding all that's real
They spread and spread til I cut the yield
and tend to the path the river followed
My life in wood, inside is hollow

But just for a second it all comes clear
My fear has steered, not welcome here
Off the way, twas pulled aside
Now nothing's left, but nothing to hide

So I feel my weight dissipate to the air
My freedom sings, to live without care-
fulness I bring myself to see
How empty a man, who chose not to be

Pleasure and fear, one of the same
They fill up the holes inside of our brain
Like chalk and glue, no matter can form
Til pulling it out, Like love through a storm

To become connected, to fill the void
In a natural way, with wonder and joy
With vision so clear, and hands from the sky
We lift up each other, and say our goodbyes