I find myself drifting in the wind, so don't try to tell me that it's sink or swim.Ībsolem: I swear I heard some windchimes right before we found you. *scream like falling down a rabbit hole* Tumbled out the ether, three worlds in the eyes of the perceivers. Forming a trichotomy made up of the preacher, the nonbeliever, and the reaper. Only trust teachers who wanna make you freer. The sun is like a paper airplane's toss away. And just south I see a city made of clay. Stepping out of time and space, took us bout a night and a day. Entered the saloon walked up to the bartender and said hey. There's nothing special about this town he replied, but I could see behind his lies his eyes belied the very truth he tried to hide. Swallow your pride, the truth will be mine. Let's just head over to the next verse.Ī: oh wow we're entering multiverse territory now.Ĭ: are we gonna go back to the world we were originally from? Yo love relax you sound like you're out of your fucking mind. We could go back anytime, but for me there are still new worlds to see. Stuck in a fiction with no plot to twist in, no pot to piss in, locked and indifferent. King of wonderland as my witness I will stop when I am finished… but work is endless they cried out from the void. I laughed, as is my creative passion to destroy. Often annoyed at the way they avoid my questions. The answer begged the student to pay attention to the lesson, but was taken for granted. I can't understand it, and maybe I never will. Seeds planted all over the planet, but trees like us weren't meant to live through pollution and slow death. I suggest you do more than just hold your breath. There's no saving me, there's no saving you. Don't think that means that I'm blaming you. This might surprise you, but all of you are under a spell. You're the only product that thinks that it's the clientele. They threaten you with eternal hell, just to convince you that you've got time to sell. You're so surrounded by bullshit, you no longer mind the smell. Who told you that only time would tell? Whose report do you believe? How many times will you let yourself be deceived? Only the trees can speak for the trees. Our swan songs will forever sail upon the breeze.
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