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We make it out alive, what will be made and how far?
How easy it would be to, drive off to the edge.
Hurt the ones we love,
Let them heal and let them heal.
How close will we drive off to the ledge?

Capillaries stretch too thin,
Spread out in this paradise
Laying in the emptiness of created
you will hold, on hold a perfect sequence

take your social rules and prey for me.
Take the judgments and years of abuse
Take this and take this to the...edge
Take and Take, and Take, Take, and Take

Awoken lying blinded on a red canvas.
They, taken and I sweaR the victim is someWhere.
He is blinded
Blinded to this wall, we play the pawns of society

We stumble through the sand to awake near a yellow hole
to only find what is inspiration from pigments
Our pride is stripped and now you must make your stride
Paint these lines and take your stride
I will find a way, I will find a way...

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