the splendour that is the passion for passivity, manifests in ways I will never understand.
the breaths I take, each step I take, yea, the fools will be proud that they're smarter than I am.
gently, the boats have their passengers, who jump, at the slightest rocking, and I'll jump up and down and I will drown for you. Hurray, just be what you want, someone will always watch out for you, least you do not know Him, He troubles himself, to take your breath away. Yes, He kills you.
the mystery that is your own identity, which you reach out for in your endless misadventures, Wearily, with a chance of meeting, our encounters, releases us from the slavery of gravity, the only road we've ever been down. He'll take you there. he'll take you there. she'll take you there. We cannot change. We cannot change the mould that we are. but nothing can take away the last breath, as you say out the name of the quiet day that breaks you, your strength, your courage, your faith to live. Oh, you'll live. surely you'll live. then we can reach out for the safest place ever: where we are forgotten. Don't look up nor down. Ahead, it shall be, in the room of our asylums.
I've never heard my name, in the same way as You call out. Will I burn while touching you? For you have taught me ζωη, and materialised faith in flesh. Will I burn while I hide away? For the axis of knowledge can chained me, but the axis of faith can lift me, and take me to the four corners of the world. With faith, yes, I can. Ahead, it shall be, the four corners of the asylum. Kill me, that I may live again.
the breaths I take, each step I take, yea, the fools will be proud that they're smarter than I am.
gently, the boats have their passengers, who jump, at the slightest rocking, and I'll jump up and down and I will drown for you. Hurray, just be what you want, someone will always watch out for you, least you do not know Him, He troubles himself, to take your breath away. Yes, He kills you.
the mystery that is your own identity, which you reach out for in your endless misadventures, Wearily, with a chance of meeting, our encounters, releases us from the slavery of gravity, the only road we've ever been down. He'll take you there. he'll take you there. she'll take you there. We cannot change. We cannot change the mould that we are. but nothing can take away the last breath, as you say out the name of the quiet day that breaks you, your strength, your courage, your faith to live. Oh, you'll live. surely you'll live. then we can reach out for the safest place ever: where we are forgotten. Don't look up nor down. Ahead, it shall be, in the room of our asylums.
I've never heard my name, in the same way as You call out. Will I burn while touching you? For you have taught me ζωη, and materialised faith in flesh. Will I burn while I hide away? For the axis of knowledge can chained me, but the axis of faith can lift me, and take me to the four corners of the world. With faith, yes, I can. Ahead, it shall be, the four corners of the asylum. Kill me, that I may live again.
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