So many times that you feel
strange in your own body.
Trapped in your ego that
you wish to be extinct.
Your soul doesn't recognise
the man that you've turned to.
Fearing help and everything
that comforts you.
An object with the ability
to regenerate.
But not to an object again.
Spare me not you worried self.
From dust to plain air.
Raw..
strange in your own body.
Trapped in your ego that
you wish to be extinct.
Your soul doesn't recognise
the man that you've turned to.
Fearing help and everything
that comforts you.
An object with the ability
to regenerate.
But not to an object again.
Spare me not you worried self.
From dust to plain air.
Raw..
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