You cannot remember who you are
You cannot remember that you’ve ever created
You’ve traveled too far
You’ve retrograde yourself with your own sickness
But you solemnly dying;
You cannot break the big red of silence
That your own mental distortion
Between your flesh and your inner deity
You cannot remember that you’ve ever created
You’ve traveled too far
You’ve retrograde yourself with your own sickness
But you solemnly dying;
You cannot break the big red of silence
That your own mental distortion
Between your flesh and your inner deity
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