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never weekend lounging in summer
Some people seek to twist the script when eden's freed
I read the stories overture sixth symphony
Spacial and full

been in the dark having tracks, bumping
Moving to the rhythm can I ask you, something
Do you really wanna be the one to make me, your enemy
Cause if you

destiny
Raise your fists to sky
For battle hymns we cry
Can you hear all the shrieking creatures
All the rhythms and the riffs in cacophony
Lullabies for

Singing to no one

Find a fawn tree for a hart in the shade
Listen to flagpoles cut rhythms all day
Realize the job I do's making me
Scornfully spacial

But

My shadow lurks behind me
It lingers in the city streets
My curtains shut and with no seams
My ears allowed into the sound
Of things not spacial with