It's not about forgiveness,
it's about the road
Hanging on a tree right next to the hole
Waiting for the spring of flowers to bloom
To take up the ring that tied us with doom
Thoughts are losing fragment of the thoughts of death
Get what's beside me, breathing down my neck
Twist in my mind, twist in my mind
It's a false freedom that has made us blind
It's a false freedom that has made us blind
It's a false freedom that has made us blind
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