Prophet 60091,
This is the flag number
Of our galactic son.
Prophet 60091,
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Something is changingGrowing in your mindCan't do a thing about
Water falling down a hundred metersColored by the sunIn rainbow
Fear is talkingIn my head consultingBut my innervoice it saysThat
It enters your veinsIt enters your soulIt tries to obsess
Small groove thing invades my veinsSoul deserts and leaves this
Suffocate your loveIn a barrel full of doubtSuffocate your loveNorth,
And through all Alex's wondrousChildhood he would honor and obeyLove
Tell me babyTell me, where did you sleep last nightI
Changing
Change in timing
Hits your blindside
Breather resist
What you might wan
Wire carries distress
Almost late
You can't mistake pain
You
Past sound reaching
Radio clears no
Ballast gone lying
Transmission crying
Radio
Faster still
And on and on
My mind
Red lightrunner
Slow down
Thanks for a
Parted
Wormed on in
Considered less than
The soul
The sole structure
Of man
Butter me
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