atmos wrapped up in my own conceit where i the love love to love and the bullshit spinner comes out to play i want to show them all love but there are the restrictions the expectations and the niveau the ladders the structures grown into the bone take me out of the spiral the storm the net the trap bees in the trap concerned about making other people happy the people in your head the other always on the view a beautiful place the chameleon i have been twisting myself to the other for so long now this is what i am to take a hard and fast stand now what would that be drawing a line in the sand where do the desires come from i want to be out there seeing those people there is some kind of energy who am i who are you you have fallen for me there is a lot of identity being thrown around in there a saturn return trying to refine something that has never left i dont need to know who i am i am up to you describe me see fit you forget but you aint really forgotten about it and you are still thinking about it sixty years later and sometime you die and then you dont need to remember it no more something on the other side am i still pouring out over the known no need to wait i can feel what is good here and now and what is the sweet trash there is something that has a soul a heartbeat not the right kind of stone too wide not deep enough
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