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Hope aimed high on a slow paced ride. Grand design for a riddled mind.

Who are you? A hot air balloon. Who are you? Tell us the truth.

We die alone and on your way back you know. Disguised are most.
We die inside. You get back on that ride. To fail is growth.

(Some will be sleeping when oceans take rise. Can't you tell if it's water or wine?
Take a deep breath for you'll wake forth this night and it's all just a matter of time)

So intriqued. You would not believe. The riddled mind was a taste of life.

Oh it's insane. The heartless communion of sinners and saints. A morbid display.
Remember this day. The heartless confusion of blameless and straight. Eye of the snake.

Hope aimed high. More than just dreamers tonight.
Grand design. Run for the hills for your life.
Realign. Faith is your fortune.
Step inside and bury your costume.

It's what keeps you and what frees.
It's where silence forever screams.
And as the waves chop another break through.
Let the veil drop. We all can see you.
Better know your enemy.

Oh it's insane...

Gut Check

There will be judgement upon this faceless morgue.

Hope aimed high. Let's just see how great you are.

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