The days are catching up to me my unconscious fear unbound Is it time to tailor fit the notion that come Sunday I'll lay in the ground?
The obelisk fumes they've occupied emphatically are strong a smelter pile made by the debt collector where the children should be seen, not heard
Even if there is no way back home
I'm not running away I'm not running away I'm not running away I'm not running away
Can you hear and see the raptor with these bones I've left behind? Obloquy is the bulwark of his implants Are you the son or just a clone?
Nests where you worked hard to breathe, a window to my mind my subterfuge, just branches to a mandrake where the children should be seen, not heard
Even if there is no way back home
I'm not running away I'm not running away I'm not running away I'm not running away
Under the aegis of cognition I am dead, will I escape?
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