I need to crawl out of my skin, my intentions are wrong.
My desires aren't right. The pleasure is immortal.
The torture is complicated, empty.
The sorrow that follows is relentless.
No sound, no right mind, no state of envy could hide what's
dead inside. Where was I wrong?
I can't see what's real, how the tables have turned.
Let me jump, from above the clouds, escape the falsity of life,
let me not be victim. Can I save myself? Will my flaws shine through
this darkness? Who will cry? Will they play music?
What will I discover in its afterlife?
Don't judge me, for my voice will echo. This insanity is madness,
for its destiny is beautiful, infectious, yet the universe inside
is chaos. Why live with regret? Be the thief of hearts.
Glorify in the moment for the spirit will thrive. Pull me into
your shadows and exploit me before death.
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