I wantsensory communicationyou knowsome joy and agitationgive mesome emotional r
Heavenhard to reach youwith the ground beneathgiving intosomewhereunder deep blu
we make our committmentsthen forget what we have saidwe pledge
It has been rainingfor so longI have been prayingfor a
I with my hand in the airyou with your suspicions
we have been stuckinside the same spaceyet all that we
words on my lipsI try to fight thembitter and burningone
do we see what is realor just what we believe(to
no questions askedno reason to givean explanationit's trust against your
I'd dream of glory daysand wonderif dreams were as goodas
keepsakes and souvenirsthey paint a picturein my heada faded photographI
a ringand a six stringher worldin a bagshe sits at
forty days and forty nightsreparation will cleanse the soul'til the
Too many doubts
Too much fear
Too much danger
When society constructs
Our human
feeling empty insidegot a hole in my soulthat's ten feet
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