You mentioned truth? Well I'm not done, On the next train, on the next plane. I'll meet you there, try not, to stare, above the mask. Finger the fruit, there is so much I have to ask you, please don't go... Look me in the eyes...I need you to know, that I'm not gone, I'm just done, on the next plane. There's laying in the know, those remarkable lies, I miss your eyes, don't stare above the mask...only because you didn't comply to that which is affecting your fellow man, of your miserable life, there is no truth in a forced confession...come on now.
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