In the stubborn eyes of a demon,
Is there no progress, no chance for peace?
And can something terrible ever be rectified?
I really want to think so
Is there no progress, no chance for peace?
And can something terrible ever be rectified?
I really want to think so
What is nothing? Is it a black hole?
Or can it even exist at all?
Is it a theory, a concept, a figure of speech?
Or is it the substance that makes me?
I really want to believe everything
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