stop all than the guy.
I'm walking down this journey,
no purpose or time.
No purpose or time.
I'm walking
down this journey, no purpose or time.
I'm so like the beauty,
I'm,
I'm,
I'm,
I'm here to stay.
Spitting words of sickness,
over your body change.
My head and my body,
are cutting through the salt.
My anxiousness, longed to come to terms.
So I disallowed it, got you, draining my will.
I've come to a toast, existence,
of myself will never be great,
but always be you.
Keep us alive,
right in your distress,
we're crawling forward.
Let's get a closer,
rightful sight,
to my demons.
Looking up at the sky,
dropped myself into some crates.
Looking up at the sky, it was, wasn't the end.
Set the inche!
This was a sacred baptism of death.
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