Distance decreases as if time is a dying cockroach.
Plagues enclose.
Sitting upon this wooden bench, I am helpless to
billions of bullets.
In this moment I am helpless.
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?
No poem I've wrote, Nor song I have sung, can halt the
army of wrath.
Numbers Numbers Numbers Numbers.
In this moment I am helpless.
Serpents will transform into mice only to drown in the
deepest red.
I've always expresses my thoughts in colors, but we
remain blind.
Numbers Numbers Numbers Numbers
Plagues enclose.
Sitting upon this wooden bench, I am helpless to
billions of bullets.
In this moment I am helpless.
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?
No poem I've wrote, Nor song I have sung, can halt the
army of wrath.
Numbers Numbers Numbers Numbers.
In this moment I am helpless.
Serpents will transform into mice only to drown in the
deepest red.
I've always expresses my thoughts in colors, but we
remain blind.
Numbers Numbers Numbers Numbers
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