turn around and see creation as a whole. from the upper to middle class downtuned to your radio's soul. a charity class case worker, an imitation meal that consumes you. consumes you? let's do a little consumption. so let us do a dance as we backtrack and step on all the feet we can. hold for dear life as you hold on. as you hold on welcome to your freedom feels like getting kicked in the teeth. you can't stop what doesn't stop moving and you can' t kill what doesn't care. your head means nothing in the broken heart of the eye. i tear blood yeah i'm hearing love but it's stuck in the fucking wall, like my head is stuck in a fucking wall. you can't stop what doesn't stop moving and you can't kill what doesn't care. turn around and see crucifixion as a whole. your jukebox repeats aren't in my radio's soul. your vibrations aren't coming through my window they're sitting on my sawn. turn around...it stops moving.
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