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Napalm Moth pilot beating lash in outer space
The tiny spirit in the cockpit where I prayed that this whole holy operating system doesn't fail
Through doubtless shouts give me a cue to drop the weights, in two niche glass the piercing truth began to break, the flood poured in with the night blanket on my face

Some shadow force trench coat knocking at my door, I know, reaching for my 44, signal on the radio, tell your guy I'm ready through the noise, we're all waiting on you lord, honestly cberdeen, get another magazine, ebony and see, another creature done been creeping at my door, I get it though, there's always something we're not ready for.

O, ou o, here we go.

Transfer to the mecca, where the sun will rise, to future laced with gray
cssembly line barista, got that dosage right, but I still feel the same,
So hold on, to something strong, the feeling's gone, it's wearing off
Dive into the flatness, dive with confidence, to my reflection, she's asking full commitment, pure semantics though, I did not have the patience,

Every night I melt into your arms again, we're not drifting far apart, I can never seem to move on.

The first story of silence goes to those who know, it's awfully crowded, restore factory settings, forfeit innocence, ‘cause truce means truce girl