Whatever you do, whatever you say, the sky is blue, it's a fine day. Have you ever been there in all of your life? Have you ever fell fear? I don't think, because you're too afraid
of the numbers increasing, deflecting everything. So you're dreaming of another restoration of it all breaking and entering the nightmare, which we care so deeply for that we understand nothing, but our shame. It's a lot like a third strike, where no one even played to win. Before your number is up you can choose to stop and endure civilization.
In all the days repared an evil was not spared, the dance of human care resolve into
fear of the hunger, afraid of the younger truth, it is always too late. Control of denial, unfolds the potential to wake up, to take stock.
Blaming the ignorant of anything is just excuses, dark time are across the lines that we once drawn nothing new. Create the world, sustain a world within a frame is not the same. Support the lie or prepare to die, what was found is lost at the
human cost remains nothing's still the same, we are refrained from thinking that again, again, again, again...
Fear of the hunger, afraid of the younger truth, it is always too late. Control of denial, unfolds the potential to wake up, to take stock.
Whatever you do, whatever you say, the sky is blue, it's a fine day. Have you ever been there in all of your life? Have you ever fell fear? I don't think, because you're too afraid.
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