on the brink of happiness
feet carried by hope
i turn my
It's not that I wonder
No, I'm not impressed
You gained some
the day awakens
shadows, i leave them behind
hope, the fire
Do you see the mines
Paving my way?
I avoid them
Resisting the
The mechanical heart, it beats
Underneath this rainy sky
The machines produce
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