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red brick road.
It's been so long, my friend.
And yet, we meet again.
Time sure has passed,
So much has lapsed.
Lives, now far apart.
Still intune,
Breathing as one hearth..
Must thy take it all in vein,
Shove aside this foolish game.
Can you feel my pain?
Are we on the same level?
Why is this even a thing?
Connections, through the oceans.
Fueled by raw emotions.
It's societies game.
And were just running the race,
Some are far beyond the pace.
Guess it depends where your stream starts,
Vs ending in this age.
I can't play this game, or I refuse.
This ain't apart of me
I choose to cut myself loose.
I'm built for endurance,
I can take anything you throw at me
But this is sick.
Purely a disgrace.
I've grown so tired of this foolish game.
Whose running the race?
Were all stuck in the loop
And pointing the finger to blame.
Fuck this game.
Just want to live, and let live
And help it, even.
Want to flourish the minds before they see it.
Corruption, in the minds eye, we are the demons.
This is a sick world. And it takes sick minds to unwind these devilish times.
Follow the red brick road.
Nonsense makes sense the further you go.
And yet, we meet again.
Time sure has passed,
So much has lapsed.
Lives, now far apart.
Still intune,
Breathing as one hearth..
Must thy take it all in vein,
Shove aside this foolish game.
Can you feel my pain?
Are we on the same level?
Why is this even a thing?
Connections, through the oceans.
Fueled by raw emotions.
It's societies game.
And were just running the race,
Some are far beyond the pace.
Guess it depends where your stream starts,
Vs ending in this age.
I can't play this game, or I refuse.
This ain't apart of me
I choose to cut myself loose.
I'm built for endurance,
I can take anything you throw at me
But this is sick.
Purely a disgrace.
I've grown so tired of this foolish game.
Whose running the race?
Were all stuck in the loop
And pointing the finger to blame.
Fuck this game.
Just want to live, and let live
And help it, even.
Want to flourish the minds before they see it.
Corruption, in the minds eye, we are the demons.
This is a sick world. And it takes sick minds to unwind these devilish times.
Follow the red brick road.
Nonsense makes sense the further you go.
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