My mother told me that you're not supposed to cry.
She said it's a sin, and it begins.
She said it's a sin, I know that this will never end.
I've gone too far, I've had a taste of overwhelming luck.
It's fucked. The overwhelming, all consumingly.
It's me saying it's a habit. There's one question but nobody asks it.
The sun it keeps mocking me, it turns against me.
How can I return to a place like this?
(How can I?)
It's better to wander the stars alone,
than stand and embrace it in the cold.
The waves invade the instance and consistency to make the stakes,
and I'm a liar, I'm a thief.
It's me, again, let's make amends. No let's not pretend this won't happen again.
The silence is deafening, words crash against me.
The silence is deafening...
How can I return to a place like this?
(How can I?)
My father told me that he cried when the beggar grabbed his feet.
He asked to provide for his family
He said it's the life we lead.
Hiding our feelings of ever being free.
he said it's the life that we lead.
Now I know I'm never free.
And I'm contemplating best course for suicide.
The best intentions in my discretion are realigned.
Let's make it happen, collapse in my disguise.
My disguise.
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