The thought ways are weak
The voice is marble and cement
And I live in spite of myself...
It's hard to get the controls going
All I can see is fog
The outlines become thin
I've already forgotten my dimension
And I have no power standing away from myself
The voice is marble and cement
And I live in spite of myself...
It's hard to get the controls going
All I can see is fog
The outlines become thin
I've already forgotten my dimension
And I have no power standing away from myself
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