you know it flows over me, in a simple way: changes, changes, changes & changes
-i'm going through changes-
sometimes u need to break yourself to see things differently
there's always the need to redefine, to think things over & again.
just because we met at dust doesn't mean i can hold the cold.
The shrieking is always standing near to feed us,
i'm on my nees to stare at my ignorance,
in addition (as if it's not enough)
i must isolate him from the choices of a personal demon
It's too late, negotiations are breaking down
Something's got to give this time, i'll let go
my reason: i choose to live... in a fragment of hell
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