Into the sky Let's listen for lies Shit wrapped in gold Just souls to be sold Eyes in the skull just will not be told The end is a death of which we do not know Look inside and find your answers There's more here than what you've been fed We can't keep looking at ourselves in these mirrors Formed and fashioned by the ones who broke you Existential rage has forced me to be more than happy with everything handed to me but I can’t bring myself to breathe it in because then what would I be to let the wool come over my eyes i cant see i cant bleed i am a numb stuffed man with cotton in my sides and stitched little X EYES Game Over 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 0
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