You drive the rockets right through me
Firestorm stinging
Intellectual fuckstorms entertaining
Every possible Extentiality
Music to my ears nears by
as the chorus screams
from every corner of my mind
There's no whisper here
There's no whisper here
There's no whisper here
Hinter and lo
the song sings
I never forgave you
Hidden, I yet find you
Afraid, so alone.
Sadness, yet so alive.
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