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Wastelands

My pen and paper creating strange dimensions
Releasin all my tension, got me in suspension and not to mention
Guidin my ascension into universal extensions
Losin comprehension as my mind stays filled with stress son.

My Racing mind got me feelin confined
Over thinkin got me feelin like im sinking
Gotta let myself unwind, free this old soul
Game of life got me losing control
Unaware of my role without a goal to name, just drifting slowly,
Stayin lonely in the game.

These are the lands of strange confusion and illusions
Delusions in the brains, seclusion only remains.
The Exclusion of fusion
Keeps us divided and lost in this world we're deluded.
If we declare invasion there'd be no more time to be wasting
Embrace your life here in these wastelands
We're infinite.

Lose your fears here is where you must release
If ya don't you'll stay stuck runnin a muck always giving a f***
Now is when ya must find peace
Don't let your mind slow you down release and let the pain cease
We're infinite.
Written by Hunterapsych (Shaman among machines)
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